Circles
By: Anyssa Q. E.
The cycle goes round,
like the Earth round the Sun,
and stars round the center,
of the galaxy spun,
The wind and the time,
work hand in hand;force,
carve the ancient ocean wells,
and the mountaintop coarse,
And the sun and the rain,
nourish gold valley grain,
for the star children who hunch,
to harvest for gain.
The robin's egg blue births-
valiant plumes of-
radiant white ships-
that swim through and through,
This gorgeous world,
and the cycle is bears,
is found in our body,
and found everywhere.
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