Spoke
Rolling friction tripping up
intellect minds, kindred thoughts
all part of the same wheel
churning out the majesty.
Circumference starting points
same center in all our hearts,
travel down respective spokes
unique roads carrying all our homes.
There you are in the distant
prospective journey launch,
an ordeal, a challenge binding us
in the orbit of something beautiful.
This lofty goal, I embrace
but this time with a scale of hope
that when all the words have found the page,
the spoke I find myself closest to
is you.
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The beauty in your poetry is absolutely amazing. This is one of my absolute favorites!