26 SEPTEMBER 2013, 01:08 PM
Up and down
And then up again.
To and fro I swing
The tree above
Shades the ground
Over which I fly
Only little Patches of sunlight
Filter through
Brilliant diamonds
Sparkling oasis
In a sea of gloom
I stop I think-
This is my life.
Monday, 30 September 2013
I Swing..
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poetry
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