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The nautic art of letting go
By the side of the Sea
She gives me glimpses
of distance lost
Of figures dancing
upon mirrors beyond time
Through thought
I am writing calligraphic lines
that make the water glisten
in orbits of reflection
Two white swans answer
swimming closer towards me
At first glance they offer me
their compassion
One by one they lower
their ivory necks
One sips in fresh water
The other curls up
resting its head
upon it`s featheredness
From it`s crib
the swan
beholds me
It sails like a small
white boat
behind the other
This moment
(shared)
was meant
that way
She gives me glimpses
of distance lost
Of figures dancing
upon mirrors beyond time
Through thought
I am writing calligraphic lines
that make the water glisten
in orbits of reflection
Two white swans answer
swimming closer towards me
At first glance they offer me
their compassion
One by one they lower
their ivory necks
One sips in fresh water
The other curls up
resting its head
upon it`s featheredness
From it`s crib
the swan
beholds me
It sails like a small
white boat
behind the other
This moment
(shared)
was meant
that way
Swans
are georgeous!
They are
This poem is based on a real moment. I was waiting for the bus on a spring day
Had a lot of time so I sat by the sea and then the swans came
It was a very precious moment