The SwingA Poem by Anna Banasiak
Fallen leaves. Withered tree. Time stood still. I will come to the garden caress dreams of children and our home.
I left love calming for me the whole world. I was looking for her all my life. Now it’s too late. Miles Davies cuddles loneliness. I’m a girl swinging in the past. © 2018 Anna Banasiak |
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Added on February 15, 2018 Last Updated on February 15, 2018 Author
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