Swing Poem by Lina Zuo

Swing



Standing under the dappled shade
against the warm sunlight

Looking up
Sky is bleached by the clouds

Me myself
alone
sitting on the swing

Sprinkle the happiness
onto the wheat field

Letting them dancing in the wind
acompanyed by the heat weave
slowly drifting away

Saturday, May 2, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: happiness,nature
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