The world goes spinning round & round,
Silently & softly, without a single
sound,
But for humanity & their noisy loud
dross,
Hearing mere whispers, of web & soft
moss.
In crazy battles & man´s silly fought
wars,
In unsettling voices, of sad un-met scores,
This world spins around without single care,
While mankind is too busy, splitting old
hairs.
In all her beauty, the world just quietly
spins,
Taking pity on all humans & their useless
sins,
And merely nodding her head, she spins away,
Saying, “Within my spinning, you´ll not long stay”.
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