The Swing - E
Croak. Croak. Croaking- night
As I sway, I take flight
up in the air
and back again
no worries, no care
just freedom
and as I push
forward, Im not moving at all
Falling in love with gravity
and free fall
feet up in the sky
I look up at moon and sigh,
it just sitting there
with my foot by its side
so far away,
but yet so close by.
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