We rush to work.
Hurrying, scurrying by
A desolate playground.
The wind blows.
Swing chains rattle, squeak.
We pause, smile.
Memories rise up, take hold
Of hands grasping, legs pumping.
Stretching forward, pushing back.
To and fro, harder, faster.
Higher! Higher! ! Higher! ! !
Can we fly?
Wind in the face, hair tumbling.
Bubbling laughter escapes.
Heart pounds, breath catches.
Soaring skyward
Can we? Dare we?
We jump!
We land.
Amazed, awed, breathless.
We can fly!
Deep breath, wistful sigh.
We open our eyes
And walk on.
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I would like to translate this poem
yes we can fly..... it's not a childhood fantasy but a ventured reality.... nice write!