Circular Triangle - Poem by Emma Kemp
This is as round the circles get,
the limit of sunrays out of the sky.
This is how fast the world can turn
how badly clouds can cry.
I wonder how fast the wind can run
if it chases his own end.
Though cats are never able
to catch their own tail.
The tornados still twirl in my head,
storms never go to sleep.
Destroy and overwhelm me.
I’m not allowed to weep.
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