Where is the swing?
Oh ebb and flow swinging all alone
Till I repose to reason
To gaze into whatever the wind teases.
My forearm, however long it holds onto the metal ropes, Will always be dry.
Up goes the damoiseau in suburban distaste, yet fitfully tasting the high and pure air which the grounded don't take, fresh isn't it?
I simper to the sight of the blue wintry
Liken to my mental den.
Up, down, up, down
Black, white, black, white
I am passing through air
In this glorious swinging state, I saddle every aspect of my clustered core
Wait, I see hue,
These moments of concentration
Are a swell and stable standing to the ground and consciousness.
Down goes the spiral
A spiral my mind knew well
And now dawns me as dead
Frown to the thought of saying farewell to my wholly realm, but at least
I boast a tame time to anticipate
Oh ebb and flow!
Back the swing goes to sway by two metal ropes
Until next time,
Shall the breeze tease swings
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Where is the swing?
Oh ebb and flow swinging all alone
Till I repose to reason
To gaze into whatever the wind teases.
My forearm, however long it holds onto the metal ropes, Will always be dry.
Up goes the damoiseau in suburban distaste, yet fitfully tasting the high and pure air which the grounded don't take, fresh isn't it?
I simper to the sight of the blue wintry
Liken to my mental den.
Up, down, up, down
Black, white, black, white
I am passing through air
In this glorious swinging state, I saddle every aspect of my clustered core
Wait, I see hue,
These moments of concentration
Are a swell and stable standing to the ground and consciousness.
Down goes the spiral
A spiral my mind knew well
And now dawns me as dead
Frown to the thought of saying farewell to my wholly realm, but at least
I boast a tame time to anticipate
Oh ebb and flow!
Back the swing goes to sway by two metal ropes
Until next time,
Shall the breeze tease swings
Oh ebb and flow swinging all alone
Till I repose to reason
To gaze into whatever the wind teases.
My forearm, however long it holds onto the metal ropes, Will always be dry.
Up goes the damoiseau in suburban distaste, yet fitfully tasting the high and pure air which the grounded don't take, fresh isn't it?
I simper to the sight of the blue wintry
Liken to my mental den.
Up, down, up, down
Black, white, black, white
I am passing through air
In this glorious swinging state, I saddle every aspect of my clustered core
Wait, I see hue,
These moments of concentration
Are a swell and stable standing to the ground and consciousness.
Down goes the spiral
A spiral my mind knew well
And now dawns me as dead
Frown to the thought of saying farewell to my wholly realm, but at least
I boast a tame time to anticipate
Oh ebb and flow!
Back the swing goes to sway by two metal ropes
Until next time,
Shall the breeze tease swings
Writer: Adan Cruz
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