Hours pass, steady movements never too fast. A solid understanding of the world around her, nothing seems to get by her eyes. She is balanced and in nature she is wise.
She watches people pass, everyday. Same street, same laughs. The same cars at the same time every day.
In this samll town somr things never change.
People move in and out, some are quiet and some shout. Some she knows by name, some people are all the same.
Families and friends, day and night. Until the last rays of sun creep out of sight.
Some people think shes strange, what an odd way to waste a day.
Some people are intrigued, "who is that girl?" "I know her.. shes the girl always on her swing."
"Don't you get bored?" They ask her, but she smiles and shakes her head.
"Nothing is ever quite the same."
In the rain, and even in the snow. Summer, Winter, Spring and Fall she swings content through them all.
The rocking seems to calm her, infaft sometimes it puts her right to sleep. And people can watch her from the street.
Its a little bit creepy, how she never seems to leave. I wonder sometimes what she's hiding from, A few have even asked if she is stuck. But she just smiles and shakes her head.
Sometimes she welcomes a friend,
They swing in-sync and talk in hushed tones. Its almost romantic how loyal she is to the thing.
Sometimes she stands, sleeps or sings. I can never hear the words, and her voice sounds off key, but I dont think she could hear herself. Let alone me. I see her when I walk to work, or to be with friends. Sometimes Ill leave for hours on ebd. And when I walk back down the street street, there she is. Swinging and smiling at me.
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Poems of a Lost Girl
PuisiA collection of poems written on my free time, they are mostly all free-style so stanzas and patterns may not always add up exactly but I assure you it staggers the quality hardly at best. I believe a poem can tell you a lot about a person, their i...
