Whirling

A Poem by Dylan Macadham

I am an atom,

whirling for all time.

Today I am a bee,

tomorrow a dandelion,

the next a drink of tea.

No matter how you spin it,

you'll never be done with me.

. . .

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Added on June 26, 2021
Last Updated on June 26, 2021

Stringing seventeen syllables does one of my Snippets spin, count 'em :) more..

...as Rome burns!

Slam-Dance!