Sunday, November 17, 2013

Timeless (poem)

She looks out across
The pale, misty sky
As she sits upon
Her swing so high

Her feet, they dangle
In the air
As she slowly sways
Without a care

She wants nothing more
Than to swing all day
She’s never had a desire
To run or play

The feel of the wind
As through the air she flows
Just as in life -
In death, is all she knows

© Copyright E.F. Rose 11.14.13

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