swinging

oxcab
Author: oxcab
Word Count: 57
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swinging

an old poem

swing, swing on my swing cold metal in my grasp and rocky dirt beneath my feet.

i am free on my swing feeling the air brush my face, tug my hair, and chill my skin.

i feel happy on my swing back and forth i go smiling as i go.

happy i feel swinging on my swing.

  • Rheenie

    Rheenie

    free amazing, it is differnt and I really like it, a sense of freedom from the monotnus( ok I know i spelt it wrong ) world

  • oxcab replied

    thanks :D

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