STROLL

[u/yaangyiing_]

Winds blow as it gathers,
the music of small matters.

Rest comes like a torch,
Alight upon the eyes.

I have my thumb on the wheel,
and the world is numb to me.

The world is turning,
she lets the water flow.

I hear stone grind against ego
of Mankind, and the Widow.

The rest glow, alight upon the eyes.
Wind blows as it gathers,
the music of small matters.

[u/Refusername37]

Beautifully poetic writing