The Swing

The Swing

A 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