As the ballerina twirls by the cup of tea
an urn stands silently, curvy for all to see
The round blue table a stark contrast
to the many straight lines that seem so vast
Colourful and curved like our life
Everything passes even our strife!
WPC: Rounded
That is beautiful, Kate. Just lovely.
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Wonderful poem Kate! Time passes quickly enough from the cradle to the grave. Life is a gift from God…as you say so eloquently, colorful and curved. Beautiful!
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