Whirling Through
Through existence's symphony we blend and blend, In this endless cycle, our spirits ascend. The journey unfolds, around each bend, Time dances on, like a fleeting friend. A question whispers, will it end?
Through existence's symphony we blend and blend, In this endless cycle, our spirits ascend. The journey unfolds, around each bend, Time dances on, like a fleeting friend. A question whispers, will it end?