The swan swims, all alone,
in the pond he once called home.
His love has gone, he feared she might
be leaving all along.
Here, where they once swam, side by side
the pond now seems an ocean. Wide.
In a vacant gulf, filled with cries,
a sadness here presides.
And on he sadly paddles,
but his days alone feel wrong.
For as he swims he wonders how
long it takes to sing a swan's song.
Photo by Wendy Josephs
October 16, 2020
Stonecroft
in the pond he once called home.
His love has gone, he feared she might
be leaving all along.
Here, where they once swam, side by side
the pond now seems an ocean. Wide.
In a vacant gulf, filled with cries,
a sadness here presides.
And on he sadly paddles,
but his days alone feel wrong.
For as he swims he wonders how
long it takes to sing a swan's song.
Photo by Wendy Josephs
October 16, 2020
Stonecroft
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