A circle breathes a rhythmic sigh.
It ends where it
begins
Finding strength
along its’ path
To travel round
and back again.
Doesn’t stray,
Doesn’t wander off
its’
Predetermined
course.
Oft repeated,
Undefeated,
Unrevealing of
its’ source.
Life itself
revolves in circles
Here upon this
sphere of magic,
Comes in waves of
mystery
Often blessed,
Sometimes tragic,
But always
winding, bending, curving,
Seeking out the
might-have-been,
Only to get back
to point,
To find it ends
where it begins.
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