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My Swing
Contributed by
PrDWG
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Thursday, 8th March 2012 @ 06:31:41 PM in AEST
Topic:
happypoetry
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Yellow waves flowing
Muscles pounding, pumping
Flowers dance around me in the breeze
I close my eyes
Bright red, burning
Dizzy, sick; enjoying it
I work harder
Pushing, moving
Higher and higher still
Yet I am barely high at all
But my mind sees it differently
I touch the blue sky
Lost in a white purity: innocence
Alone and happy
Romantic images play my mind
Forever craving age
I close my eyes tighter
Darker, still burning
Dizzy, sick; enjoying it.
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Re: My Swing
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by dvtpdw on
Friday, 9th March 2012 @ 11:54:24 AM AEST
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| Your words brought back some very happy images. The freedom and wonder of childhood dreams. Great write. Thank you for sharing. |
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Re: My Swing
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by Puppy_dog_eyes on
Friday, 9th March 2012 @ 01:09:02 PM AEST
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I love the way you have managed to remind us all of the true wonder of childhood.
Back then we were in such a rush to grow up we didn't appreciate the simple things as much sometimes.
When we look back we realise how good it was
Steve |
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