The world moves in a flow
Like a trapesze artist over the bow
There are ebbs and paths
As we sing along
A place remains in our heart
We awaken to a new beginning
November sets a caring tone
Content to sleep, the work well done,
Colors gleaming in the sun.
While lying I dream of electronic sheep
I saw the rainbow arch span the sky,
The golden rays burning the frozen sun
As the snow swept by.
Thanks for the upvote!
Awesome poem, keep up the good work!!
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