A Swing of Hope
-Melvin Tan
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The fiery globe of the midsummer sun glared upon me,
As I took shade under a majestic hawthorn tree.
All alone, I sat on the old rusty swing,
Hoping to clear my troubled mind.
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For hours, I sat there,
Listening.
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The cheerful chirps of the star-crested swallows,
The soft whispers of the gentle breeze,
The impatient rustling of the weathered leaves,
And the familiar old squeak of a silly swing.
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Shutting my weary eyelids, I yearned for the feeling.
The feeling of freedom,
The feeling of belonging,
Of being one with nature.
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My mind drifted off...
I imagined soaring through the open skies!
I imagined gliding across the lush green tree canopy,
I imagined sprinting through the moist forest grounds,
To feel the exhilaration of freedom and flight.
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However, dreams are afterall, only dreams.
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As I returned to reality,
I gazed solemly at the bountiful sky above,
Dreaming of the day,
When I can finally soar in freedom,
Free from all troubles.
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Written during the 2 hours I spent at the park near my home.
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Thy Words to Thee
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Behold! Thy fairest Lady!
For I hath a few words to share with thee.
I pray thee listen to thy words
For they hold't much importance.
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Thou presence casts a mystifying aura,
An aura so strong, it makes me tremble.
Thy heart crumbles when thy layeth thy eyes on thee,
Though innocent as thou are,
Thy feel thou arth avoid'n me.
And if avoid'n be your answer,
Then thou shalt avoid each other,
Till' the day thy'll be able to face you,
Without a moment of paineth, nor be shroudeth in sadness,
When thy bades farewell.