
You are a swan with grace
kissed by moonbeam—
Casting your reflection
upon a tranquil lake
in this glorious summer night.
Leaves slowly descend—
accompanying you in your solitude
under majestic whispering willow
where divulged secrets reside.
Continued trickling water
falls from a distance—
undisturbed by plopping sound
of a leaping frog.
Hence, the sequence of serenading choruses
of crickets and nightingales...
celebrate a magnificent,
echoing quietness in the night.
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Robert L. Martin
over 4 yearsI can surely visualize myself as a swan floating in that pond.