Around In Circles
On shards of glass I would gladly rest,
To ease my Mind, but I think it best
To sleep upon a wave's cool crest-
Lying gently on my Lovers' breast
By impulsive choices I am caught,
I surrendered, though valiantly fought!
And all this searching hasn't brought
Me any closer to the Truth I've sought
Copyright © Just That Archaic Poet | Year Posted 2013
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