Spiralling

Spiralling softly,
around and around
both fast and slowly,
towards the ground.

A mindless pattern
Constant and ever-changing,
a spiralling flurry,
an infinite moment rapidly ending.

The most melancholic of sights,
beautiful and fierce,
belies it danger,
its untold tears.

Spiralling softly,
mindless and free,
this shortest of moments
lasting for eternity.

 

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