Petals, Swans, and the Silver River
Listen to the Silence,
See the Petals floating.
All the Swans are sleeping,
Hear the Silver River rushing.
The Silence is dying,
The Petals are drowning.
The Swans will never wake,
The Silver River's running dry.
Silence is now screaming,
Petals reach the bottom.
Swans rest in peace,
Silver River's gone forever.
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