Ah those black swans
they convey
from within their deepest soul
a longing, a desire
floating by all through the sky
to all heaven's tongues
bursting out volcanic songs
meeting in delightful firmament
falling back into the sea
plunging like a canopy
or a dance parade
just made to mate
hear the trumpeters are near
our lips are open and our eyes
are roaming trough
the air.

Madrason 01-05-2014
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Madrason writer

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