The Wheel’s Return

Under the neon hum,
Life’s wheel spins,
Karma’s hand unseen,
A rhythm in the city’s beat.

Past deeds echo,
In alleyways and dreams,
Whispers of yesteryears,
Touch the present moment.

No escape from the cycle,
Each step a ripple,
In the vast, cosmic pond,
Ever returning, ever new.


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