In circles my
mind revolves.
Like a circle
it goes slows.
I am a maths whiz
in parabolas.
But in circles
I'm famed in
umbrellas.
In pink purples
red circles.
Flows into a
mind encircled.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It almost sounds like synesthesia. A very interesting poem, Phil. Thanks