Circling again And Again. Poem by Dr. Antony Theodore

Circling again And Again.



I am a falcon.
I always listened
to my falconer's call.
I was safe in his hands.

Once I could not
understand my
falconer's call.

I was circling
again and again.

There was no centre.

Everything seemed
to fall apart.
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