The white swan flutters
Its gold-dipped wings
Strumming upon instruments of joy
She twirls up in elegance
To the deep blue firmament
To draw the wind’s chariot
As the nimbus’s envoy.
Surging love as manna
Pouring light as rain
She surrenders her heart
To the whispering strain
That oozes from her heart
That flows through her voice
She soars far, far away
From sufferings and noise.
She calls out to the black swan
Her beloved on earth
Her gold-tipped wings outstretched
She yearns for rebirth.
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