A Moment of Peace

April 26, 2011
By bluebrymilk GOLD, Brunswick, Maine
bluebrymilk GOLD, Brunswick, Maine
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Sitting on a swing
The playground before me bare.
Kids gone home
No longer here.
So why do I stay?
I am waiting.
Waiting for a friend
To join me.
Sitting, thinking
Until finally
I start to move.
The wind parts around me,
As quickly I fly
Through the air.


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