Spiral Staircase

A spiral staircase winding down,
slowly unfolds,
what is at the bottom,
it paints a wonderful picture,

It doesn’t matter,
how big or small,
the stairs seem to be,
it is imaginary,

A kaleidoscope of colors,
swivel down the rail,
as you run your hand,
against the cool surface,

A bell chimes in the distance,
you count as you go down,
slowly and relaxed,
the bell toll twelve times,

There is a window,
about halfway down,
that shows the moon,
it is a bright shade of red,

the spiral gets wider,
and at the bottom,
you let out a sigh… and smile.

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