LAST CYCLE © 2008

One foot forward, another behind,

Spins the gaze, firm and bold.

At the level of candour, it starts to dance again,

Once more, lad, never stopping.

To the sound that echoes, it beats on the floor,

Not caring about the oak or the shortcut.

The strength of humanity, in the sweat that shines,

Rises in each gesture, in the life that gleams.

Movement is rhythm, work is a song,

Each step a struggle, each gesture an action.

And thus, the world moves forward, without fear or doubt,

Step by step, back to the whole path.

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