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Swinging

March 8, 2019
By IdOnTkNoWmAn GOLD, Waukesha, Wisconsin
IdOnTkNoWmAn GOLD, Waukesha, Wisconsin
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In sweet, fresh air, my wind-blown hair waves.

First into my face, then behind me.

My mind roams, flying between worlds.

Attached with chains, keeping me safe.

But not anymore, I fall.

Oh no, call the nurse.


The author's comments:

This is written in a Korean poetic form called sijo.


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