The End Of The 2nd Act

<br>Swans, slow dance of pretty strokes,<br>the indifferent walk on the pride<br>obscures the stranza hideing the bare.<br>Sad eyes crossed by the roses thorns<br>Sweet fragnances may hide strinking smells.<br>Swans, I`ve seen the beauty.<br>Swans, I`ve seen the simplicity.<br>But still, there`re some gardens in which, statyes cry...<br>Sweet fragnances may hide my soul, my heart, my eyes, my arms...