Sunday, October 21, 2012

Woman with the wheel




Woman with the wheel

 O woman with the wheel,
smiling from a yonder moon,
spinning yards of shimmering dreams,
hung across the ebony sky,

Do you wonder when you see,
countless tiny beings in hurry,
scuttling hither tither,
in hope for survival.

when they look up at the sky,
and see those dreams hanging dry,
why a hope resurfaces again,
to make everything alright.

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