In the lake of love they waddle away
swimming in the waters they turn their backs and each other dare
white as snow the black necked swans,
red beaked and teary eyes that match the darks.
One of them turns and looks away from the other
solemn and sad wondering whether
The other quickly grasps a small piece of weed in beak
picks it up; takes it to his sweetheart to seek
the love and care that has been hidden in those eyes, all of a sudden comes like a surprise
bewildered yet happy the swan swims in glory
she takes the weed and falters around hunky - dory
the weed in that beak is almost like solace, hard to find and yet commonplace
Beautifully they waltz yet again, teasing and turning in waters green
jolly good times they have spent in this lake of love pristine!
5 comments:
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep...
Very nice. Keep up the good work.
a cute blog.. :)
count me in as ur regular reader :)
@ all thank you..it was a pleasure writing what others like to read
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