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White Feathered Beauty
Serene as can be.
Reflection beautiful as others perceive.
Feathers white as snow.
Eyes black as coal.
Full of poise.
Wings that make no noise.
The swan gently raises its neck.
Its gentle face collecting all the moonlight
while there is no one is in sight.
As if there was a small tiara placed on its head,
the swan swims as if it had no dread.
The moon douses the swan with its rare light.
Giving the great beauty its mighty flight.
The water takes in this exquisite avian well
as if there are no words that anyone can tell.
Free as can be.
The swan is the one that leaves
as a natural beauty.
It is the masterpiece.
That no one can achieve.
A true form of art.
Beauty of mother nature's heart.
-Snow that flutters down like feathers