There's a tangerine-colored pinwheel
at the top of a far-away hill
Yours the job to go and grab it,
but beware:
its way of turning
doesn't always turn out to be fair
Yours, as well,
the job to tell
whether or not
you want things to turn out well:
you can either go up to heaven
or tumble into the pit of hell
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Multicolored treat.
Huge pinwheel at my deck seat.
Spinning, Spring treat.
4/6/2021
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Rhymed Senryu
The pinwheel spins rapidly, controlled by the wind
Sadly, as some people allow themselves to be
But, there is no freedom in that kind of movement
For no other should have the power of the wind in such a way
Instincts are like shining gems of truth deep inside
Precious to behold, yet still to take notice as the pin wheel stops
Then it is time to be led with the sparkle of one’s own soul
Heidi Sands
7/8/17
Your golden-horned soft laughter
Spinning
Prancing
Turning
Pinwheel of magic
Sliding...
My world to candy dreams.
pinwheel milky way
freeze the upward path of night
children’s choir sings
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