Look, my love,
the moon is almost full
Another cycle will end
But after every ending
There’s a new beginning
And so we dance
the seasons,
the moon cycles,
the wheel of life
We die many times
And we rise again
We let go of our leaves
We have our cold Winters
A new dawn in Spring
We blossom in Summer
But no matter how many times
we dance the wheel
In the centre is always
our immovable,
undying love
©RoseGirl2019
