Spiral

A little prose poem about life

Patricia Pixie

2 months ago|less than a minute read

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Eternally spiraling through life.

Trying to find some kind of meaning.

It is what we are, no use in denying it.

Precious moments we store inside our hearts.

Infinite dance that moves us.

Tender embrace sent by the distant moon.

Joyous space lost in the dust of time.

Eternally spiraling through life.

Trying to find some kind of meaning.

What is our true nature?

Only heaven knows...

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Patricia Pixie

Hi, I'm Patricia Pixie.

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