Swing


Back,
Forth,
Back,
Forth,
I lean against the wind as it carries me upward,
Closing my eyes,
The fresh tulips roam the air looking for mischief,
Back,
Forth,
Back,
Forth,
I push my leg's outward,
Opening my eyes searching for life.

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