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Random Poem:

Nastia: The Summer Swan

O, that swans could ever swim smooth waters
And falter not, flowing fair and regal
With eager ripples radiating back
And back from those blossoming in blest youth.
In truth, the foreign swan of whom I speak
To our waters did she speed from far North,
High, meager lands; born a Russian beauty,
No lack of lofty goals and lively dreams—
—(repaired agricultural practices;
      designation of employment for youths;
      rebuilt state of her motherhood country)…
Stately ideals all. And then came the crash.
Belief brewed slow. Lashes framed wide swan eyes,
Formed fragmented lies of deep, startled calm—
Crushed was the balm of grace, her ebbing blood
Waned to nothing in that young swan wrist
My pressed fingertips plied hesitant,
For so pleasantly she peered to sky, slain,
A swan swept north to where she now belongs.

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