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As the moon shines
The sun waits to rise;
The man sees a swan in a silver disguise;
"Is it silver or is it fake?",
He thought to himself by the lake.

The swan came and had a little rest
While the man saw the swan, Thinking the swan was the best.
"The best!" he thought,
While he looked in excitement;
She was so perfect he got a little frightened.

by Demian Lagraña Taylor

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The princess of the loch
Enthroned on the nest
She scarcely ever moved from the throne
But when the night begins
The silver swan appears.

by Santiago Fernández Zouhar

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As the moon shines the sun waits to rise.
Man sees a swan.
The swan came and rested a little while.
The man looked at the swan
Thinking that the swan was very cute.
What he liked the most
Was that he seemed to be excited.

by Bartolomé Ocampo

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The princess of the loch enthroned on the nest,
She looked at the cob with a lot of hate.
«He never is at home!»
She had nothing but revenge in her head.

by Jerónimo García

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First day in the loch,
Looking for trout
I found a swan.

We made friends.
When she comes,
Her wings sing in the air.

The wind comes in from the north
Touching my hair.

by Felipe Vicente

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The sound of the wind
Sounds quite like my soul;
A soul full of pride,
Full of love, full of joy.

The music of my soul.
Beats hard like a stone.
The rhythm of the wind
Is the color of my blood.

Every night I hear
The sound of that beat
That inspires me to be
Like the strength of the wind.
by Uma Paternoster

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The wind flowing through my hair
Is everywhere.
Birds flapping  their wings
And I remember all the nice things.

I look up at the sky
The time goes by
My mind is lost in the clouds;
I’m wowed!

I feel free,
I hear the wind around me.
Nature is amazing,
I can´t stop gazing.

I can listen to the birds singing
And I remember my silver swan preening.
I miss her in so many ways,
Those were the good old days .

by Mía Pascual

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I was sitting by the loch
When I saw that beautiful swan.
Slowly he approached
While walking on the snow.

At the moment  that  I walked
He ran back to his  home.
I quietly followed him
He was taking care of a family.

One cygnet very small
Having to eat snow.
I ran back home.

Brought them food,
Brought them water.
The swans lived together
Happy and forever.

by Juan Bordoli

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I heard the sudden singing of wings
Crossing the skies,
It was my silver swan
In an incredible Paradise.

The princess of the lake
Gliding out over the loch
Taking its reflections
With her all along.

She seemed crisp and shiny
Under the moonlight;
Her feathers mist-covered,
Her feelings wounded tight.
by Felipe Zuffo

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One night I was taking a walk
I passed the loch, I saw a swan;
Her feathers looked
As if they were made of silver.
Mesmerised I was.

The next day I came back;
She was gliding over the water.
I bought her some bread,
I gave it to her;
In the water she dunked her head.

One week later I came back again.
She had preened her feathers,
She was stroking her wings.
Then her cob arrived.
He was just like her, silver.

by Isabella Cora Decunto

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The night wind dragged her tears to my window,
When I looked out I saw her.
I saw how the wind caressed her hair
That shone brighter than the sun behind her.

But when she noticed that I was looking at her
She stood up looking towards the sunset
And turned into a deer.
She looked at me and fled towards the forest.

I still hope the wind makes her come back
So I will finally know why
She does this every day.
Meanwhile,  I ´ll wait.

by Pía Kuszmann

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She was beating her wings

Flying towards her nest

Where there was a feast

Which was made by her king.

She sang the best song

So her cygnets could rest

While the wind blew from North West;

She was the best.

That warm summer breeze

Stirred her feathers.

It was a magical moment

That would last forever.

by Katjia Jakob, Tessa  Percivaldi     and María Inés Plaza

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Fishing for trout at night.                  A swan, brighter than moonlight      Came swimming in the air.                I watched her inspect her new kingdom.

Days passed by                                Her new companion came,              A cob, not as beautiful as her.          A new family they started: Five cygnets.

But happiness
wouldn´t last long.
Foxes heard the news
And their stomachs too.

My silver swan, now in Heaven
watches her children fly away.
Must be happy to see them grow.
by  Pía Kuszmann

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The princess of the loch
Whose wings beat like those of a clock
Had rested on her throne
But not for too long.

Tears came down my cheeks
the day she sang goodbye.
The melody that came out from her beak
Made me remember the day I saw her cruising the skies,
And I will never forget that.

The song that she sang
Was one of a kind
Her first and last words
Were the only thing I heard.

by Isabella Venghi  and  Inés Lombardo

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One day I went outside. I cried.
I saw a swan, she came to me
And hugged me tight.
Before my glassy stillness
She didn´t move.

A fox came then
And crazy she went.
It was all mist covered
And I pleaded for help.

The worst thing is
That she is somebody to me.

by Sebastián Crousillat

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The first time that I went to the loch,
Seemed that there was no love.
As the time went by, we both created a bond.
It was strong as a stone.

Every time she flew,
Her silver color delighted you.
We were very good friends,
And we´ll  still be until the end.

by Manuela Altamura and Juana Maierú