SWING
THE THOUGHT OF YOUR PRESENCEIS ALL THAT IT TAKES
TO SWING ME TO A HIGH
A HEIGHT WHERE HUMANS CAN ONLY LOOK UP TO
WHERE NO HUMAN HAS EVER BEEN
WHERE YOU MIGHT GO WHEN YOU DIE
MIGHT BECAUSE YOU CANNOT COME BACK TO TELL
Poetry by Anil
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Written on 2007-03-17 at 10:00
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