Today I heard the beat of a swan’s wings
I’d never heard it before
It broke the silence of the smoke of a cigarette
It rippled the silence of a glass of wine
I followed the swan across the still of the lake
I followed its flight across the face of the winter sun
Today I heard the beat of a swan’s wings
and wished I could fly
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My Words, My World
it’s amazing to be swept away so grandly in such a small moment…
It was. As soon as it passed overhead I just thought ‘I’ve never heard that before’.
Thank you Joseph.