Brittle grasping branches leap victoriously toward the crisp, fresh skies
Hula hoops dangling from the leaves like earrings,
Children squeal and race past on bicycles,
A soccer ball spins through the air, only to be collected on a shoe, and sent spindling into the goals.
I smile, and propel my legs forward, my swing flying through the air, as the wind ruffles my hair fondly.
I soar past the town, dodging masses of thick humid clouds, grey and daunting.
A grin flourishes on my tiny freckled face, and I grin as kids stare in bewilderment. To them, I am simply a young kid swinging on the play equipment. But to me, I am a warrior, flying through the glorious kingdom of imagination.
-by @dreamyme123-
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Book of Poetry
PoetryThis is a collection of poems written by me (@Dreamyme123) and my friend (@Miranda_Shadow). We hope you enjoy them, and please feel free to give constructive criticism, and tips! Thankyou, and happy reading! Xxx ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ By the way, we upda...
