Round Round Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

Round Round



Round
round
my head whirls
my Inner Soul
a pole
round which
all turns
gyrates.

At least!

In this jelly sea
there be
a fixed point
Inner Soul
a Hand
that touches high
and long as need
be
the mighty heavens.

Saturday, December 27, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: life
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