The Circle Poem by *Tony Cemaluk Egbuonu

The Circle

Boarded war.
Fought. Flighted. Flew and Swung
With wearied wings.

Crashed into Plain, as plane.
Perched not in pain.
Lived in plain peace.
Left the plane for peace lane.
To painless peace.

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