The Circle
A natural shape, has just one side
No corners in which evil demons can hide.
The circle is endless, its simple yet strong,
A place we can all fit, it’s somewhere we belong.
Our eyes see the world, circles in three dimension,
Reflecting, refraction, aiding our comprehension.
No start or finish, the circle unending,
Spiralling turning, like the lark ascending.
Circles encompass all manner of things,
Join us in our circle to give your soul wings.
Copyright © Emma Goodridge-Hobson | Year Posted 2023
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