Small Swing And Tree On The Cliff

I set sight,
to the swing
you are not there

the swing on the cliff,
beneath the low,
sole and lonely tree

the wind is vicious today
as I sit on the little swing
the rain will visit drizzingly

tenderly smiling, embrace me
for I am a weak being
but please
don't lie

I will run away
due to the complexity
but hooked to the beauty
swaying fragrance

the scalded nature
I will return
if only you were there

who are you?
I will return
but please
don't lie.

by Julia and V

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