"They rocked the house on the edge... The commotion is palpable or How they made it to the edge." "The lace veil is woven from sorrows and joys, weathered by regrets and rainbows of hope. "Swinging would have been..." is a book that touches the soul and tells about the frankness of life in all its manifestations. The author offers the reader a journey into the depths of his own feelings, where sadness smiles innocently, and dewy tears of grief describe rosy dreams." An interesting and unusual form in the "first-person" style gives the opportunity to feel life's fluctuations on your own skin. Each poem, each word, each thought penetrates deep into the heart, helping the reader to rise to the clouds above worries and come down to earth with various feelings and experiences. "I was rocking..." is a book that causes a wave of emotions and leaves an unforgettable impression, as if the writer touched the soul of every reader.