Soft are the
whispers of swans upon the pond,
Soft the mists of
dew settling upon dawns frond,
Soft the floating
petal that wafts upon the breeze,
Softly drift
death´s leaves from sleepy autumn trees.
Gently whisper
feathers that kiss the hallowed earth,
Gently swoops the
swallow & spring brings forth new birth,
Gently swathes soft
clouds, caressing wispy sleepy sky,
Kissing farewell my
cheek, tender teardrops from my eye.
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