My dreams were tied top on clouds as swings hanging around.
I sat on one holding my dream book.
And started reading my unwritten wishes.
Many stood around and blew together.
I knew I was swinging.
I kept my foot up and my skirt little up that my anklets were jingling.
The wind was too strong then
So I held the rope tight
I saw my dream book falling
down and down with its pages falling apart.
I looked at it and started shedding tears .
But no one knew.
All who stood around walked away
I held the rope and looked up
Maple leaves shed on my face
Each of my wish written on it
May 27, 2017
May 27, 2017 at 3:06 AM UTC
My dreams were tied top on clouds as swings hanging around.
I sat on one holding my dream book.
And started reading my unwritten wishes.
Many stood around and blew together.
I knew I was swinging.
I kept my foot up and my skirt little up that my anklets were jingling.
The wind was too strong then
So I held the rope tight
I saw my dream book falling
down and down with its pages falling apart.
I looked at it and started shedding tears .
But no one knew.
All who stood around walked away
I held the rope and looked up
Maple leaves shed on my face
Each of my wish written on it
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