Swing

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Dark clouds shudder as I lift my feet off the ground
Rusty piece of metal raises halfway in mid-air
My body whimper as the biting cold of the breeze caresses my face
and wraps around like forbidden chain

Pump the feet and let the body float;
barely touching the nightsky scattered with glimmering starlights
Blinded by the flashbacks,
the innocence of a child's smile
the genuine happiness
the frail heart that worry nothing
but the present
and the fear that haunts the future is yet to unravel
The swinging run on and for the first time in a long time...

I feel like a child again

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