Circles of emotions
Close by near a two way street,
a poet stood still wondering how life,
passes by like moments within a circle,
of time,
Emotions seemed lost and found,
at the same time with many faces,
all saying the similar messages,
yet so different in appearances,
A new age where nothing grew,
without seeds of hope planted,
in the thought patterns,
revolving in a circles that looked,
like a straight line,
Where was beauty if not,
in the vision of emotions,
portrayed within the canvases,
of our dreams and desires?,
The moment is still young,
even though time passes by,
to be in many places at the same time,
Circles of emotions resting,
on a bed of feathers waiting to be heard,
by our inner elegance,
like a swan within stillness,
reflecting the theory of a rose,
growing in the sea,
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