Dreaming

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Today I Wish
I Was Seven Years Old
And Behind You
On The Playground
Pushing Your Swing.

Back And Forth
Faster, Farther Than
Before
Screaming ‘Be Free’

To Watch You
Go At The Peak
And Soar Like
The Butterfly From
Its Cage.

And Then Like
A Rock
Tumbling
Down The Lawn
Crumbling But
Smiling

I Would Run
Over To You
Hug And Wrestle With
You In Ways
Only Seven Year Olds
Can Be.

Today I Wish
I Was Seven Years Old
And Screaming
‘Be Free’