Circles
Can't stop my mind from circling, circling, circling.Never gets to a destination. Doesn't find a new path.
Circling, circling, circling.
Wearing the ground thin. No conclusions no new thoughts.
Circling, circling, circling.
Circles
Can't stop my mind from circling, circling, circling.Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
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Title | Comments | Submitted |
Circles | 0 | 12/07/2009 |
Miss You | 1 | 01/07/2009 |
I hate you | 5 | 01/07/2009 |
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