A Swinging Time Poem by Philo Yan
A Swinging Time
Swinging highs, swinging lows,
Higher and Higher she goes,
Going up to meet the sky,
Like a bird, she will fly,
Going higher, daredevil try,
For a moment, for a while,
Descending, breaking smile.
Caressing wind, her hair blows,
Gentle breeze, rosy cheek glows,
Like the sea that ebbs and flows,
Childhood memory forever knows.
Friday, September 7, 2012
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4/16/2024 8:18:47 AM # 1.0.0.1119
If you could flesh out this idea more it could go higher!