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There is more than a rippled pane of tinted glass
between air I exhale
and the world I used to live in
under the tree of my childhood on tire swing
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a swoop relaxing my soul soaring me into the future second by second where I would grow inch by inch./// fantastic and superbly written on the growing up childhood; love this expression
Yesterdays childhood still stays strong in our minds You took me back with the tire swing. Where nothing else mattered.
Thank you, Lyn! I feel sorry for any child who never knew the pleasures of a rope-suspended tire swing. - Jenny
Very effective images juxtaposing childhood dreams with reality. Disappointment has a way of imposing obstacles and creating the challenge to overcome them.
Inch by inch! Growing up! ! ! ! Hustle and bustle. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
A beautiful poem indeed on childhood. Thought provoking write. Loved it. Congrats on being selected as poem of the day.
A well crafted poem of the day. Congrats on your featured piece....10+++❤️👌
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7/26/2025 3:22:43 PM # 1.0.0
A genuinely nostalgic depiction of your/our uncannily self-revealing childhood days. I loved perusing this titillating piece.