The circle
There is strength I draw in the circle.
Its strong walls protect me.
I feel its loving arms around me.
It takes me on a journey without end.
Oh how I admire its bending ability.
How it so graciously curves from side to side;
ever flexible, but built with a foundation that is unbreakable.
I feel a light from the middle of the circle.
Sitting in the middle of the beginning and the end.
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