The Stone Wheel

Sweet intrusion

In a distant morning

Every trace of rain disappears

A cherub soars

Cool and clear

Far away

On the edge

Violet thunder

Rents the Crimson heaven


The stone wheel.

Please feel free to leave any comment you want, you might agree, you might disagree, you might just be curious and I will try to get back with an helpful reply. Be Blessed.

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