He produces a pair of shears
and executes a perfect circle.
The strangers are circling,
let go of the mules.
Its a summers afternoon:
Circling in the sky.
Circling on the ground.
Circling strangers.
Circling below.
April 25, 2015
He produces a pair of shears
and executes a perfect circle.
The strangers are circling,
let go of the mules.
Its a summers afternoon:
Circling in the sky.
Circling on the ground.
Circling strangers.
Circling below.
May 1st, 2015 at 1:19 pm
creatively written 🙂
May 2nd, 2015 at 9:15 am
Thanks very much