Swing Swung by Wily Windwe
met for
no reason
in lonely park
where we happened to
be, both there at the same,
time for no real reason,
just an accident really,
that happenstance yen-ed to sublime.
we both heard the empty swing grind a creak
as wind swung it to and fro, to and fro,
we spoke gently about the pathos
of the scene, swing parked empty,
echoing the joyous laughs
of kids...
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BirdBird,
sat high,
on elm tree,
gaily chortling,
to himself in joy,
bringing merry tidings,
uplifting my fevered soul,
and raising it to heaven's heights.
The sun was shining in the far East,
with an inviting ebullient brilliance.
From winter freeze to summer's steady warmth,
I stepped out to bask in bright sunshine.
How like a bird, I yearn to soar,
singing in ' full throated...
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