Orb

poem by: E.J. Waling
Written on Mar 26, 2018 

Majestically 
it
spins.
Eons
in place.
One of
countless.
Silently
reflecting,
glistening 
in the
void.
Dance
of the 
worlds
graceful silence,
choreography
of the
cosmos.
All spinning,
dancing to
creations
music.
Immense 
it all be.
Yet,
finding
comfort
 in the
bosom
of
Gaia.

 

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