Pivoted about a fragile axis, the pinwheel stands still on a sunny afternoon.
A friendly nudge from the wind provokes it’s placidity and thereby begins the circle.
Every coloured strip of paper is an emotion deep within stretched up to the radius of life.
The wind eggs it on, allowing it to twirl on the twisted twig with some friction, but thrusts it forward.
It gains some momentum spins with the fullest zest.
The splash of rainbow resplendent in the arid afternoon, it continues to bask in the bright rays.
The colours amalgamate into a blob of hue almost white glaring into the hidden shadows.
Is each of our emotions distinct from the other that they exist without crunching on the other?
The lifeline of the wheel lies in the crux of emotion that flows through us; zest, envy, disappointment, fervour, exuberance, indignation that is often entwined with our personality.
The tranquil is what we are trying to find in the puzzle of haphazard emotions jostling through the mind.
To the eyes of the spectator, a pinwheel induces glee while it pirouettes on the fragile axis.
Is the liberation of the pinwheel swaying to the wind, concoction of colours
Or gently balancing the wobbling waves of wind dancing to the occasional tune
Or halcyon that we are seeking in a life fraught with disquietude
A friendly nudge from the wind provokes it’s placidity and thereby begins the circle.
Every coloured strip of paper is an emotion deep within stretched up to the radius of life.
The wind eggs it on, allowing it to twirl on the twisted twig with some friction, but thrusts it forward.
It gains some momentum spins with the fullest zest.
The splash of rainbow resplendent in the arid afternoon, it continues to bask in the bright rays.
The colours amalgamate into a blob of hue almost white glaring into the hidden shadows.
Is each of our emotions distinct from the other that they exist without crunching on the other?
The lifeline of the wheel lies in the crux of emotion that flows through us; zest, envy, disappointment, fervour, exuberance, indignation that is often entwined with our personality.
The tranquil is what we are trying to find in the puzzle of haphazard emotions jostling through the mind.
To the eyes of the spectator, a pinwheel induces glee while it pirouettes on the fragile axis.
Is the liberation of the pinwheel swaying to the wind, concoction of colours
Or gently balancing the wobbling waves of wind dancing to the occasional tune
Or halcyon that we are seeking in a life fraught with disquietude
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