Poems ✍️

Watching swans on lake, crossing
effervescence beyond their dignity,
imbred from the womb of solitude,
reclusiveness...for they-

embrace isolation as mantra,
their exclusive, virtual Nirvana,
nimble as descending seraphs,
emanation... quite ensorcelling;

barely skimming aruba blue surface
wafting collinear paths behind them,
absent of fear to predatorial strike,
fending danger by silent seclusion;

paradigm for all solitude,
rock-a-bye movement, so quelling be,
presentation... beauty incarnate;
watching swans on lake, crossing.






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