Swans mate for life
Upon reading a short novel
We meet and love
It is a destiny
Sing, swim, sing
Fly fly fly
Drab, joyous, drab
I do not know if
We are still in hot love
But we both get the idea
No matter who dies first
The left one will sleep soon.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The right wing will keep all under it warm to spring..iip