Monday, 16 September 2013


Spinning through elements in the vortex of time,
Around the circle of this short life that I call mine,
Birthing, growing & ageing in the elements of life,
Dancing on the sharp edge of mortality´s knife.

From the earth of my birth & planned planted seed,
Through youth´s fired passion of the emotional bleed,
Arriving at shores ebbing waters, of tides tired breath,
To end of life´s circle & the finality of welcoming death.

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