In the Days of the Swans
I
remember being a child
in
a park
where there was a lake that floated
beautiful white swans
on
dark water.
I
remember sitting along the shore
with childehood fantasies flying around
like butterflies in my brain.
I
remeber wishing that I were
a beautiful white swan
floating
on
dark water.
źródło: The Edna Webster Collection of Undiscovered Writings
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tekst z archiwum "american dust" (brautiganarchives.xyz); z tomu "The Edna Webster Collection of Undiscovered Writings" (Houghton Mifflin, 1999)
14.06.2026