Circles
Can't stop my mind from circling, circling, circling.Never gets to a destination. Doesn't find a new path.
Circling, circling, circling.
Wearing the ground thin. No conclusions no new thoughts.
Circling, circling, circling.
Circles
Can't stop my mind from circling, circling, circling.To have great poets there must be great audiences too.
Walt Whitman, American Poet (1819-1892)
Title | Comments | Submitted |
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Title | Comments | Submitted |
Circles | 0 | 12/07/2009 |
Miss You | 1 | 01/07/2009 |
I hate you | 5 | 01/07/2009 |
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