Black swan

There once was a girl
in a dream I had,
her dark green eyes,
did drive me mad;

Her blood-red lips,
and pink flushed skin,
shone in her wedding dress,
blacker than sin;

Crouched over,
with her broken-heart chisel,
carving my epitaph,
in silent cold mizzle;

Here with me,
quiet, for a while,
in the white of the snow,
the black widow smiled;

And with her poem written,
she vanished into dawn,
and woke me with a kiss,
my twisted black swan.

By: Viraj Belgaonkar

Pen it... or aaa type it. u know what i mean.

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