Circle Poem by Stephen Akarue
Circle
The world is a circle with hands of entrance and exit breathing water amd fumes
It's sandy surface made of doors that has very touching hospitality,
Coming and going is a rhythm she plays favorite
It's you today then me when today sleeps
Today wakes and she is nick named tomorrow, circle of friends is circle of families, it's all circle, running in a circle of entrances and exits, it's all circle.
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