October 11, 2011
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Ebony locks flying,
The tiny girl swings,
Her dark eyes bright
As she soars wingless
On a steel swing set.
Autumn wind listens
To her airy laughter
And the simple tunes
She hums in soft alto,
Legs swinging back
And forth to the beat.

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Raven S. said...
Nov. 13, 2011 at 7:24 pm


This poem is so musical and gorgeous! You have so much talent!

dishajh said...
Nov. 13, 2011 at 7:14 pm
Brings back memories... Great piece of poetry
syk0130 said...
Nov. 13, 2011 at 7:07 pm
love the imagery!
Amador said...
Nov. 13, 2011 at 6:58 pm


Wonderful poem...reminds me of a simpler time, the classical periods.

china-cat said...
Oct. 28, 2011 at 12:53 am

Hi Sanjana,

I know your dad/mum and your uncle/aunt.  This should not not take away anything from my appreciation of this work.  In fact I'm glad I was shown this.

It paints a light happy picture.

Keep your effort going!

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