Spinning.
Choosing to free myself.
Lose my appetite to fight,
As a birthright...
That excite ambitions to battle.
Whether they are depicted
To be wrong or right.
There is a complex series,
Of a vortex set and spinning within!
I want them to spin rapidly without end!
To claim enchantment as my enhancement...
As each day begins!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Circles within circles, spiral, vortexes.... Spinning out of control.... Leaving us dizzy... And, like a child, Spinning in circles in the park, Begging for more! !