Lo and behold I find
Me and you in circles.
Some kind of
Circular tandem, a passing waltz,
It's a strange kind of freedom.
Is it not?
Pray a kind word fall
Upon your ears.
Sweet birdsong in the morning fog, so
Quiet.
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Random Poetry
شِعرPREVIOUSLY TITLED "WOLF POETRY". Come, indulge in these poems I have written. They come from the heart.
