The turn of the worlds

poem by Ruth Salles

In the silence of the deep blue,
I don't hear the worlds turn.

But, each one his pitching sound,
everyone in chorus sings.

They all have their own way,
without deviating here and there.

And each, out of levity,
the path of others never invades.

And around the sun they move,
the orbit itself maintaining.

But there is a force that attracts them,
that comes from the sun and between them goes

and that keeps them interconnected,
each one for himself, but side by side,

like children, holding hands,
play round – sisters and brothers.

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