We fly on it..gripped by brown hemp..
Rope..as it....drives us up ever higher..
Against sky's..pale..blue eye..two..silk..
Filled hands....slows it down...we swing..
Our toes..we swing them out...over..
Valleys..low rich earthen floor..so one..
Shadow..slowly grows..to know our..
Carefree...happy sun washed..faces..
beautifull imagery. beautifull lines. i enjoyed reading voted10 surya
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It's a beautiful poem. Makes me feel like rrunning to the swing.