We used to swing as children

From branches young as us

Telling stories

Whispering secrets

Breathing wishes

Into the future

But would we ever catch them there?

Swinging from branches

Aged and weathered

Carrying the weight of life

Our stories

Our secrets

Our wishes

Those we’re still chasing

Those forever lost to us

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