A Swinging Time - Poem by Philo Yan
Swinging highs, swinging lows,
Higher and Higher she goes,
Going up to meet the sky,
Like a bird, she will fly,
Going higher, daredevil try,
For a moment, for a while,
Descending, breaking smile.
Caressing wind, her hair blows,
Gentle breeze, rosy cheek glows,
Like the sea that ebbs and flows,
Childhood memory forever knows.
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