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Apr 2015
I see a dying swan
Resting on the marshes of the bank
Her feathers white as snow
Her wings like that of a silk

I hear a dying swan
whispering softly to the river
While she rests and sleeps
the river answers back with a song

A song of life and death
Graping onto her graceful neck
breath took her away
And now she sleeps and never comes back

I know a dying swan
she's like a mother
and the river a home
though her eyes told me no story anymore
I still believe her, that dying swan
"How do you feel when a person you love the most gets taken away unexpectedly?"
Chloe M Teng
Written by
Chloe M Teng  Melbourne, Australia
(Melbourne, Australia)   
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