Words and the world passing by; how it sings to me; how I clamour back.
Circle we dreamedSeen in a haze“One of these days…”We banished that phrase Circle we sawIn places we’d beenThat made us feel keenTo make what we’d seen Circle we drewGuidance from pastWe need it to lastSo steady, not fast Circle we builtStone out of sandSprouts… Continue Reading “Circle”