On his head, fell a drop;
Single one,
His head shaved it rolled down
Ran to eye
Looking up to the sky
He stared
It was blue, patch of cloud
Waves played in the lake
Swans gone
Patchy browns; blacks, whites
He saw waves
Then smiled,
Water was of a web
Web of swan
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