Sentient forest speaking,
                 the awakening of time,
           rivers of swans chime,
                  two after one, ringing
           closer and closer, ding,
                    clinging to the rhyme
           never dying, crime 
*                 never grinding, singing.
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               Rivers of swans flow
                                along thirsty minds,
                                             never quenching life.
Misty forest glows,
                  can you see us blind?
                                    Let us free from strife.
Signature Lina Ru