the rhythm of a spirit beats away
with its flow forever calm but completely disarraythe essence of perfect bliss and deep sorrow
both a distant star and an ocean shallow
together a bright sun and cloudy thought
a spiral so perfect yet painstakingly flawed
life can often be cruel and unfair
ceaseless with its onslaught of despair
however vivid laughter and cheeky smiles
can be just around the hidden corners of time
where content children play
pretending to be adults through the day






, what would you like to be called? thewordflow?

thanks for analysing it 








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