The Truce

The swans, no longer found,
seen in a picture,
the one turns against the other,
one looks north
the other faces the southern,
appear to be in love
but have quarreled of late
need someone to mediate
the ego prevents them to agree
such that a truce is impossible.

They move afar,
each not looking at another
swim in the waters
the cold weather makes them tremble,
require an embrace and a hug
the male looks back
at the same time the female swings
their eyes meet.

They swim towards.