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Crimson’s Creative Challenge #091

Wheel of Time

Once, it carried harvests, laughter, and tired hands returning home at dusk.

Now it rests beneath the hedge, half-hidden by summer’s embrace.

The wheel no longer turns, yet time spins on—through falling leaves, nesting birds, and seasons that never ask permission.

Roots creep closer, flowers bloom where footsteps faded, and the old cart slowly becomes part of the landscape it once crossed.

Nothing is truly forgotten.

Wood returns to earth, iron yields to rain, and memories settle like seeds in fertile ground.

The wheel stands still,but its journey continues—

not along the road,

but through time itself.

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With love, coffee, poetry, and stardust,

— Maggie The Afterlove Voice 💫

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