Twirling Whirling Swirling Into Myself
Twirling, whirling, swirling into myself
I listen to my ready soul
I take blank canvas off a shelf
Twirling, whirling, swirling into myself
My muse becomes my happy elf.
As I begin, I feel whole
Twirling, whirling, swirling into myself
I listen to my ready soul
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2019
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