The Swing

I swing,

The pink dress I wear dancing in the wind.

I smile for my suitors,

I don’t care for them though.

Dreams of far-off places fill my head.

I look to the future with hope.

One day, I’ll fly off this swing and land in a beautiful country.

For now, I’m stuck here,

Pretending to be happy.

Jean-Honore Fragonard