Spinning Circle

Wispering of the breeze,

The whipping of tall,solid trees.

The moaning cry of the cat.

The screaming of someone in a flat.

The gental tapping of meaningful tears.

The gasp of a small childs fears.

The sound of a lovers spine-chilling breath.

The silent sound of death.

The cry of a new born baby.

The gripping proposal word maybe.

The tremberling worlds of the upset.

The cheer of a challange met.

The wind of the world turning.

The soft cracking of fire burning.

Three presents,francansince gold and mryth.

The amazing mysterys of the earth.

By Amy thompson (aka me)