Her broken swing.
Her hair sweeps within the gentle glow,
It bathes upon the breezy flow.
The air around stops for seconds
But then she quickly drops, and so the breeze beckons.
The girl laughs with a smile and falls back down,
She opens her eyes and catches her flowy gown.
She falls and falls,
Then goes back up.
Then the girl hears her swing crack a stud.
She smiles after hearing it,
Remembering the old memories.
The swing's appearance had much to admit
Since it has lived through centuries.
The girl smiles.
She falls and falls,
Then goes back up.
Then the girl hears her swing crack a stud.
Maybe it's time for a new one.
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Bereikšmiški žodžiai(mano emo era.)
RandomJust a compilation of poems or short stories I've written in my free time or they didn't make the cut for a fanfic - mostly in Lithuanian. Slow updates. Not explaining any of this lolsz.
