| moving on- into circles- those spears that continue onward- moving on: from fate seeing Death face to face- would justice be done if I said that I loved you? and continuously moving on- in circles; oh how those circles taunt me haunt me- at least must the clock continue to prove daunting? should this become another task- should my dreams consist of light and last------ ly: will someday ever come around? 1-05-2005 The PooRe PoeT copyrighted 2005. |
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