We're swinging
Not quite like kids in a park
Going back and forth
Back and forth.
But we're swinging.
Out of reality
Into our made up worlds.
And somehow
Somehow
We fly off into the sunset
On the wings of our imaginations.
Never to be seen again.
We're gone
Gone
Not of this world.
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Aesthetic Writings
PoesiaJust aesthetic writings of all kinds. Inspired by aesthetics.
