flying in the air
children shout with glee
early morning spring …
once I flew up high
thinking I’d touch clouds if only …
autumn called early.
it’s lovely to see
innocence – infinity
youth knows no ending
no tomorrows lurk
just constant here and now …
I once was young
and thought I’d touch distant stars
by flying on a swing
inside innocence of youth
Fantastic mix of photography and writing 😀
You really brought back memories for me with this. Great memories, I used to love the swing and felt exactly like that, i wonder how many other people felt like that. Thank you so much for writing this. xx really brings a smile to my face
I think it was probably one of the common feelings…flying up to the clouds or just flying really! Glad the memories jogged! And thanks for reblogging!
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This really brought a smile to my face, how many other people felt like this when on the swings. I spent hours on swings when I was a child, the old fashioned ones that you could do crazy things on hehe.
I loved this, Georgia. You evoke memories of swing sets and that feeling of flying perfectly. I can feel the wind on my face!
Glad you enjoyed it Cathy…always loved the swings myself.