Treasure, what's your pleasure?
(I'm falling away, for you)
The fountain is a bond but not ours
The trees have sparkled, these are'nt stars
Your eyes have a pale red, in the finest
example
sandals for your feet, in the hot
diamonds that are real, for your neck in the
fog
The brass is your path, not theirs
Doll, be vida not a vixen
Sit supreme, not like a slut
Plot your transformation, don't blot too much
Be the friend of a dust bunny
not as an opal untouched
So drink water and don't slurp in any fashion
Treasure, what's your pleasure?
(I'm falling away, for you)
It can take years to build
but for you, just days to produce
Steal hearts, not words for slander
No matter how infatuated
Don't slap her, don't scratch, hand her
Doll, be the life of the pond not a diva
All cascades are'nt for your sight
so you must wait for your throne
to be pulled out
in order to sit in front of white clothe,
under white clouds, beside black bowties
sophisticated women talk, not go off
Let all your feathers and steps count, arise
Presto, swans do not give in to falsettos
Veteran, what are your methods
(It's not me who desires to know)
You don't need a mirror, you own a pool
Pletus, be patient, don't strut
walk and swim composed, gloss to soothe
float and glide eagle eyed, finesse to move
Most of all, prepare for mistakes
cos swans do not make dirty water excuses
Now fly Pletus, fly and follow your spirit.
Submission Name: Swan
