The Swan and the lyra

I went down to the lake and watched a Swan gently cross the creek, im always amazed by its beauty. It spots me and comes swimming towards my very presence, eager to see what i hold in my hand. I show that my hands are empty, i dont believe in feeding something, since it forgets its very meaning and purpose. The swan still following hoping i had a suprise in my pocket, i didnt. So i sat down on a little piece of log and it came up from the water, and took a place right next to me. I put my hand infront and it laid its head on it..

a reply to: rajas

a picture for a good story

a reply to: lucia2389

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