The platform where two swans are dancing,
They produce colors of the emotion within their hearts,
Covers the unknown trademark of their own lands,
Darkness surrounds the two synchronized swans.
Every stroke they painted,
A white canvas of painting unto love of privacy,
One's and two's of taps and toes,
They create the language that everyone not aware of,
Swiftly and graciously conducted the content of their art.
"I'm afraid", one said
Critique eyes are busy on their papers,
"I'm here", one said
The glitters of swan's hope provides the acceptance of their existence.
Explicitly loud voices echoed the whole stage,
It's like magic hands that touched the heart of every animal around the swamp,
Rainbows sparkled in every mind and beliefs that judges have,
Afterall, love is love.
For the two swans,
Feets are contented dancing above the whole platform,
An eyes of great universal spectrum of colors,
"This is us"
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