The only time we ran, not seeking or chasing anything was,
when we ran with the
pinwheel in hand
along the beaches and banks....

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I am a pinwheel
bright and cheery
like a lark
with no songs to sing,

but with a smile reminiscent
of spring, rainbows and funfairs,

I am like a giggle
fashioned out of colored paper
~an origami grin
hoisted on a stick,

I whirl like a tiny windmill
in the flagrant breeze,
spinning to scatter
syllables of joy,

when childhood prances
on cobblestones of existence
I swirl and dance
enhancing its innocent bliss,

creating
a cherished memory,
lacing a treacle smile
on freckled face of mischief...

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I find a whole lot of chaos
within the spaces that
used to brim with uncertainty,
just like a pinwheel
spinning through different
wind directions.

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When you whisper in my ears
All those secrets you will never spill to peers
The air just sweeps through my souls
And puts the pinwheels of my joy into work

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