Seemingly

Fresh, flow…swing in the breeze…

Light and weightless

Light and free

Back and forth come around…

Wind blows

Brings me back

Pump my legs, higher I go…

Childlike and innocent…

as I was before.

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Submitted as part of Jingle’s Thursday Poets Rally Week 47

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Thank you for such a wonderful award! I would like to nominate Disjointed Rhymings for Week 48!

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