So, yes, I'd love to improve my poetry and I'd be grateful for your comments!
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[i]#1. It's my turn
Fingers clenched tight across links,
oxidized iron bloodying her hands
a faint breeze, hot, salty, sticky
like a candy.
Jasmine petals - snowflakes on shoulders,
sun kissed cheeks, golden to red, struggling
to move, to soar
fast and high.
Legs kicking back and forth
in rhythm, stopped short when
the comfort of a wooden plank disappears,
replaced with grit and dust.
Another; sun-painted,
she bounces onto the plank
oblivious to the cries of
the preceding swing-queen.
Thanks for reading. ^_^
~Lava
