The Circle
Not often do we see
A whisk of softness
In the air
As we journey along in life
And come full circle
With our Eternal sleep
Nor does time always allow
Us to remember
The softer moments
And reflect
Or count our blessings
For we know not
How small or large
The circle will be.
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