ON A SWING

ON A SWING

 

In the morning when the sun clicks on 
      and she gives a sigh
At the last evening star dancing 
      in the pale blue sky
That's when i dream

Of her and me

On a swing.... 

 

And in the evening when the moonlight comes through 
And the birds sing to her 
That’s when I dream 
Of her and me
On a swing....

 

Every time the rain falls 
      as she runs about  
And the sun begins to shout
That’s when I dream 
Of her and me 
On a swing....

 

All the colors I use 
And all the words I chose 
They tell the story  
Of her and me
On a swing....

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5-03-20

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

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