A dance with a swan,
a majestic glide.
A dance with a swan,
where two worlds collide.
The long neck of pride.
The snowy white wings so mild.
The glorious glare.
The dance of dare.
Swirling and splashing around.
Twirling and gaining ground.
Gaining heights of ecstasy.
Listening to every sound.
A dance with a swan,
a majestic glide.
A dance with a swan,
Until nights tide.
Verse: Sandra Kavanagh (c) .
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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