A Paper Swan In The Wild (Poem)

A Paper Swan In The Wild


In the quiet corners of a fleeting dream,
A whisper lingers in the folds of time unseen.
A paper swan, delicate and light,
Carried by winds of hope, in silent flight.

Through corridors where shadows dance,
It drifts, unseen, across the chance.
A glimpse, a glance, but words unsaid,
A heart that beats where silence bled.

Years passed like waves on distant shores,
The ocean murmured of forgotten doors.
Yet still, the swan in twilight flew,
Chasing skies it never knew.

A gentle hand reached for the breeze,
But fate, it seemed, had frozen seas.
And though the swan may never land,
Its wings were folded by a tender hand.

In quiet places, it still might soar,
A memory etched forevermore.
For love, though silent, never dies—
It lives in echoes, beneath the skies.

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