Heather Burns


Swinging High - Poem by Heather Burns

Higher, higher into the
clouds
swinging into tomorrow

our swing flips, and
throws us out
down the hill of sorrow

tumbling until we reach
the end
lots of green and meadows

rolling into each others
arms
finially we're together.

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, August 11, 2010



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