The sky was bright in my mind
As racing feet flung dust over concrete And my hands grasped the air To catch the sunbeam falling down Just out of reach While the bell whistled behind me Ordering me to return home And later, I thought, Sitting at my desk, notebook scattered, What might have occurred If I had simply kept running
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There is something I miss
About sitting on that swing My feet in the air As I tremble just a bit, Which is quite a feat, Not because of fear But because I am flying And I can’t find fear With the world beneath my feet Suddenly breaking into bits The wind in my ear Just Wendy on a swing And that’s something I miss |
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