The Return
Invisible to sight
As it circulates around
Moving to and fro
Without the slightest sound
Made were we wholly
Of it quite profound
All of us were
On this planet round
Through trials and tribulations
When the trumpets of war sound
When our hearts beat so strongly
Its swirling presence can't be found
Then if settles quietly
On once turbulent ground
Highlighting imperfection
To those homeward bound
Copyright © Clarrie Moore | Year Posted 2018
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