👁 Timeless dance


An ageless dance 
Spinning round and round 
I strut my stuff
Spreading summer, cheer and manna
In the dark ballroom 
To which I ‘m the light
My timeless dance
My rippling skirts
Entrances all present 
And keeps them persistent 
My face sought after, by my nine partners 


One catches my eye
I nurture him by
And true to my word
I never get bored
Ages crust like baked potatoes 
Time peels like onion skin
Creatures sink into dust like worms
I’ve caught his eye
He remains nigh
All transfixed and waiting 
For my veil to rise
For his sake I pray otherwise. 




A poem about the solar system The relationship between Earth and sun.🌞 enjoy! 









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