The Spinning Wheel
In twilight’s hush, the stars spin round,
A dance of light without a sound.
The earth revolves, a gentle grace,
Through spiraled paths in endless space.
We spin in dreams, in hopes that rise,
A waltz of life beneath the skies.


The Spinning Wheel
In twilight’s hush, the stars spin round,
A dance of light without a sound.
The earth revolves, a gentle grace,
Through spiraled paths in endless space.
We spin in dreams, in hopes that rise,
A waltz of life beneath the skies.

What a gorgeous use of rhyme! I love this.
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