The dumb fish cloaked the king’s heart
in rich swan’s feathers
He was delighted to see his fortunes in
the mirror that spoke the truth
Then the mirror entrusted him with a
secret
The torches light crept around the dark
corners
They painted the dull journey
The bird was alive its eyes shivered
like glass
Its arms danced and the feathers were
blown off
Swans feathers settle on grass in a
meadow of juniper
The heavens stole the secrets that wept
in the meadow
They shone like rich sunbeams and
carried out their masters wishes
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