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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Author:
RSM (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: June 20th, 2026 03:58
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Comments1
Metaphoric spiritual and religious mix here. Well done
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