_Cycle_
Turn by turn it is a cycle,
Turned upside down,
It is a circle,
You can't notice when it is changed,
From the east to far west,
Noth to thataway south,
You can't neither tell the start nor the end,
Blessings flowing flowing,
Hatred growing growing,
Love fading.
Between the chimney and the smoke,
Between the fire and the wood,
In between the matchstick and the matchbox,
There lies a soul,
A soul that dreams the worst,
Thinks no better of the future between the two.
Crawling and jumping,
Gliding and slithering,
Walking and running,
Flying and swimming,
The destiny still lies,
Life is a cycle of turns!
*_iamlegrande_*
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