The Tides of Spirit
The Tides of Spirit
The tides of spirit
ebb and flow
on wings to fly
or sink below...
Dreams are born
or twitch and die.
Truth rings forth
or whispers the lie.
Sunshine warms or
rains do flood,
springs gush forth
or puddle in mud.
I'm hot or cold,
but seldom luke.
Passion flairs,
both real or fluke...
A carousel,
this pony ride,
climbs and dips,
emotions plied.
The tides of spirit
ebb and flow...
It's in the journey,
the spirit grows.
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