Majestically
it
spins.
Eons
in place.
One of
countless.
Silently
reflecting,
glistening
in the
void.
Dance
of the
worlds
graceful silence,
choreography
of the
cosmos.
All spinning,
dancing to
creations
music.
Immense
it all be.
Yet,
finding
comfort
in the
bosom
of
Gaia.
- Author: John Prophet (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: March 27th, 2018 05:18
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 15
- Users favorite of this poem: Aislinn Wilson
Comments2
Nice ode to Mother Gaia JG......
Hi Lorna,
Thank you kindly for reading my work.
JG
truly beautiful
Hi Aislinn,
Thank you for reading my work.
JG
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