Sitting with legs crossed,
centered in two concentric
circles before the
bottom drops, throwing
settlers into disarray.
Life’s often like that.
24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
Sitting with legs crossed,
centered in two concentric
circles before the
bottom drops, throwing
settlers into disarray.
Life’s often like that.
Oh wow, this is the kind of poem that leaves such an impact, wow! Fab!