Churn times wheel, round it goes,
Silky like a strings shadow.
Be seen by flame, and ash of hand.
Humanity to reprimand.
Actions hense, in hindsight be.
Eternal twist of philosophy.
And ethreal dawn, the robins wing,
A feather sings.
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RSM (Pseudonym) (
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Comments3
Metaphoric spiritual and religious mix here. Well done
Most thoroughly enjoyed 🕊️🙏🏻
Thanks for reading.
Most welcome 🙏🏻🕊️
Well said
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