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A poem

Photo by Pawel Czerwinski on Unsplash

Beneath the pristine blue waters, edges rippling with delight,
a gentle breeze sits on the brow, feather light as though in heaven,
there sit the swans of salvation, white, cornered, swaying,
fed by hands of the starving rich and the jaded poor,
all in spinning circles, running the rat race, just like all, do.

Anna Rozwadowska 2022

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