• Tricia D. Wagner

Set the Night Singing #2.25

Updated: Oct 14


The Earth, it moves

unceasing in its turn.

Days circle by,

the little sparrows fall.

Trekking true,

on golden path it runs

stopping not

for joy, nor hearts undone.

Snowswept

upon his bluest brow,

heartless - not

our Earth with molten core.

Rather, guiding,

rolling night to morn -

these the steps

to carry on and on.

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