About a tire swing.
Tire swing
Swing
me
Tired -I
Swing while
Strings pluck
Plucking to
Strike the
Ears to taste
The moment
Of melodies
To pick at
Ones heart-
Felt song. A
Swing I sit
In a circle
Tied to
Stretching
Arms for
The rope
I sit, swing
Circling
The ears
Being plucked
With life
Like deep
Wind
Tickling
Me between
My ears
And swinging
Hair
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