Watching Circles Gather Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Watching Circles Gather



Time-watchers looking to future's opening doors,
hoping to catch beams of sun and rays of midnight
moons - waiting to be spun into poems of quiet beauty.
Associating them all with hopes in tomorrow's destiny;
fate taking them by hands of clocks, watching circles
gather in sentences for a blissful eternity.

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