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| From Magpie Tales |
It carries on its back the whorls,
the hopes of gamblers tossing dice,
hidden inside an enigma of chance.
Dainty steps climb the ladder of the universe
moving outward and inward, closing in on itself.
A circle never finding its end.
© Gerry at Strummed Words
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