Swing, my child,
Swing up high,
Feeling like,
You could fly.
Swing, little bird,
Swoop and soar,
No person can catch you,
Anymore.
Swing, sweetheart,
Reach for the stars,
The cloud, the sun,
They're not that far.
Swing, dear,
Swing, swing, swing,
Glide through the air,
Float on the wing.
But now she's falling,
Through open space,
No one to catch her,
Her life a waste.
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Lines ever more unclear, Not sure I'm even here...
#youngwritershousehold The rug sits there, Plain to see, My grandma wove it, Just for me. She wove it, With love and care, And the day before she died, She placed it there.
#youngwritershousehold. The clouds are my pillow,. I sleep in the sky,. I drift on the wind,. I swoop, I fly,. The thunder's my anger,. My hate, rage and fire,. The rainbows, my dreams,.
In a pond a dream lies. A wishing stone, wrapped in youth, Anchored deeply, out of sight, A promise bound in truth.
My chair lives On a diet of time He tempts you into His arms, coloured lime He has many methods Of catching his prey All of them deadly, And devious, I'll say His habitat is A dark corner in my...
#youngwritershousehold This didn't actually happen!. For the rest of my life, My best friend had gone, She'd been stabbed with a knife, It was just wrong.
A myriad of colours make up our life; A composite for every emotion. Sombre shades for darker times; Vivacious tones for love and devotion.
Why does the rainbow get so much fuss. It's not like the colours are new. You can find them, after all, In other places too. Red in the flesh of a tomato, Red in the mark of a knife.
Colour is the mover, The motion and the force, A swirling revolution, The energy, the source. Colour is the changer, It brings the world alive. It makes me who and what I am. I need colour to survive.
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