The Swan In darkened eddys; Where leaves turn in their spirals; And sunlight cautiously goes; Floats
The Swan In darkened eddys; Where leaves turn in their spirals; And sunlight cautiously goes; Floats a black swan; With elegant ghostly lines; Waiting on the moon; When she will know with one glance; It’s as sure as her ink-like feathers. ~MExclusive Ph: MExclusive -- source link