Tuesday, August 2, 2011

Poem #520


Twist in circles, curl around,
Spinning down right to the ground.
Curving all over, weave in and out,
Spiraling and flying all about.
Dizzy, crazy, it won’t ever stop,
Not until its complete from bottom to top.
It’s twisting and churning,
The lines keep on turning.
Fluidly drawing, colors effortlessly flowing,
A train of thought is what’s showing.
A gorgeous design from deep in the mind,
Something unique that’s difficult to find.
Spiraling around, far from defeat,
This artistic shape is now complete.

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