Swing

wind in my face
the world passes by
at high speed
then I climb
and prepare to zoom off
into space

but no
I belong here after all

then everything stops
for a fraction of a moment
I stare up at a clear blue sky
while time stands still and
listens
to the peace
of silence
and it's me
and the swing
and a fleeting taste of joy
before I fall back
to earth

knowing that magic place
is always there
waiting for me
to find it again
on the
very
next

swing



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