Wild Swans

 I looked in my heart while the wild swans went over.

And what did I see I had not seen before?
Only a question less or a question more:
Nothing to match the flight of wild birds flying.

Tiresome heart, forever living and dying,
House without air, I leave you and lock your door.

Wild swans, come over the town, come over
The town again, trailing your legs and crying!

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