Life, it may be!

Along the red of rose,
And white of lilies…
Circled in wide blue,
Lies a radius.
A ‘Supreme’.

An incubator of existence,
Or a haven of spells…
Rings showers of cheer,
Or shrills of fear.

Intangible in its layer,
A placebo it may be…
Suspended it swings,
On the edge as its gear.

Stripped from the rear,
Still whole as a center…
Some say its spice,
I call it ‘Life!’

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