Tag Archives: The Sad Swan

La Réalisation Du Cygne Triste

Posted on November 13, 2010 by michael

“Tragic Fool…Foolish Boy” The swan shivered as she Drifted over the watery tomb Of the Poet, his voice stilled. “Why didn’t you just leave, And abandon me to my sad Loneliness that is more loyal than Even the most loyal … Continue reading →

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La Cygne De La Chanson Triste

Posted on November 6, 2010 by michael

The Poet listened to her song, Notes of want and fear twined Within the Sad Swan’s lament. “Love can not last, it will end.” “It will end”, a siren’s call to Smash your body upon the Ragged rocks of Romance. … Continue reading →

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La Cygne Voit Triste

Posted on November 4, 2010 by michael

The Swan swam in slow drift Her gaze upon the banks, and She watched the Poet watching, “How strange he is” She thought. A half smile, that never warmed The chilled sadness of her eyes, Was missed as she turned … Continue reading →

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La Cygne Triste Parle

Posted on November 3, 2010 by michael

“Only unfulfilled love can truly be romantic…” She murmured as her hands held mine tightly. I had arguement, glib convincers and Hopeful denials, but could not truly speak. Her gaze held mine, her eyes ripe With the painful sadness of … Continue reading →

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La Cygne Triste

Posted on October 31, 2010 by michael

He watched Her as She Traced Her slow saddened Lonely figure eights upon The chilled, dark waters… The Sad Swan shivered, Had She seen him, as He, shadowed sentinel, Stood, silent, solemn… “How can you love a Sad Swan, that … Continue reading →

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