Another poem for tonight... Stream of consciousness. I miss the time the words came to me easier....
Anyway, here you go.
Move, Or Don't
Sometimes it doesn't move,
move, move, move,
why don't you move?
At times it keeps circling,
circling, circling, circling,
why do you circle?
It looks so fine,
at far.
Here it's a pain,
at heart.
In ice,
in stone,
never melt,
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