Mockingbirds fly over the lake,

Creating waves.

An apparent figure they make

Leaving my imagination flow in darkness.


Shattered dreams,

Make me fall into an eternal state of bliss

Perhaps I am too old fashioned,

thinking about an eternal kiss.


I prefer a swan,

who takes its heart out

and swims with it in its mouth.

At least, it’s a sign of courage,

showing such purity in front of society’s mirage.

Words are still,

in front of man’s will.


Make me feel; make me kneel,

in front of purity


defeat my ordeal.


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