Unequal Swings
You are the wind beneath my wings,
But still i love your swings,
To the east and west to the towel of Paris,
Where our bond intertwines,
I have fallen to the deepest ends,
Still you are the wind beneath my wings.
Felix Menda
(C) All Rights Reserved. Poem Submitted on 10/10/2020
Poet's note: Feelings are not selective what ever personality you meet you just tend to fall in love, that’d why you’re the wind beneath my swing even if you know more about love but I’ll learn cause i know what love has to provide.
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