Swans dive, when swans die. Brash riptides break my sighs, bruises and sore eyes. Cold sweats and warm nights.
I wonder what’s in a swan’s mind sometimes. I wonder if swans in their swan life, greet each other with swan “Hi”s or tell each other swan jokes. Set up secret swan clubs for swan fights, maybe they even make swan love in the swan light. Oh what a swan life!
Swans dive, when swans die. Brash riptides break my sighs. Eyes that can’t seem to find me, can’t seem to find that I’m fine. Instead reprimand me with fines. I guess that’s a swan lie or maybe a swan’s life…
Swans dive, when swans dies. Swans die, when they swan dive. I wonder if Swans know how high is a swan dive or if they fly to avoid what’s in their swan eyes until their swan heart breaks and then they swan dive.
Brash riptides break my swan sighs. Bruises and Sore eyes. Take a deep breath before I swan…
——— Sameer Ansari
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