.


The white Ferris wheel
Stands against the dark black sky
While

A tiny sliver of a moon


                 ( Off to the side  )


Tells stories of an ancient mystery



And the unanswered  question

Of mortality

Lingers



And why we love each other

Though we know we die

Is our truth's bright banner

Which we proudly raise


;:;



The white Ferris wheel

Stands proud and turns so gracefully

We wander the fairgrounds for awhile

And then we finally go home

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