Wheel Of Time. Poem by Peter Dome
Wheel Of Time.
Trough the long ever changing
corridor of time
that history sometime revels
Echo's of the past have a habit of repeating itself
like a ever spinning wheel.
The hands of time tic toc
as the clock never stops
Another event adds another page
to the book of history
a never ending mystery
of intrigue
that as far as we know
has not yet been overcome
or has it.
Peter Dome.copyright.2013.
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