The swan of the lake dives deep,
then flows triumphantly on the surface,
proud of her elasticity,like a princess
strolls among water lilies.
the haze makes it look like a painting
of pastel,fascinating,but so alone.
I keep searching in,that lake for one more
creature,my eyes could not catch another scene,
but of one white shadow.
Later i heard,that a swan declared a war on
her own kind,smothered the young,sent the old
away.
Her greed to own the whole lake was bigger,than
reality,everyone has gone away.
There was a lake,and one swan bathing in joy
all alone.
Until years passed,and life was crawling,
i thought i would give a look at the old lake,
shockingly i saw muddy green waters,covered by
a woven of weeds,in silence gazed a shadow of
a creature,i looked closer to recognise that old
beast.
Looking as lifeless as a ghost,so pale,ashamed of looking around,timidly
trying to catch a glimpse of
another living species.
Her power crushed down,after a decade of solitude
the mind lost sanity,thus the white princess lost
her charm,to fall into sheer regret.
 
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