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Nov 2017
with a sleight
of thy hands
you draw the mighty
wheel of time
into submission
of thy will

with a crack
of thy smile
you draw
my fickle mind
into poesy of thy greatness

to this timeless
cosmic dancer
who's without
a beginning or end
i offer my prostrations.

© 2017
Written by
GR  New York
(New York)   
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