Roundabout

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Be mean, be a miser with words,

fewer words to remember;

the wind outside the window,

blows in an absence that appals.

I am crawling up the walls....

 

Time I once trusted 

A lover I don't like,

a reckoning in complicitly,

tonight....

 

A memory that I've hidden,

a woman I love today,

a feeling that’s believable,

will stay.....

 

A never-ending circle,

my beginning in my end,

the things I once relied on:

remain, my friend.... 

◄ words fail me

hand-in-hand ►

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raypool

Sun 8th Mar 2020 13:33

Welcome advice John. I like the lingering at the end of the lines, giving weight to more ponderings. The idea of a circle is fundamental and could contain its own universality.

Ray

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Vautaw

Sun 8th Mar 2020 06:20

Perfect title and the content is outstanding per usual. LOVE the accompanying music video. The King lives on. Thanks for the spirit dance!

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