Day: September 6, 2021
Movement
We long for static equilibrium
when we live like daisies in the sun
But we move like wasps in prickly dawn
The Thistles fight but cannot scream nor mourn
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Moving equilibrium
The fatal equilibrium of death
The lonely people pondering on their wrath
The dancers on the ice maintain their flow
Discipline and time love to bestow
