At center of my heart is a thinking head. At center of my head is a feeling heart. In the core of my body is somebody.
I am a circle following unique rotations. Seasons within follow seasons. I am a circle of completing season.
Time of transitions from childhood to personhood is a long time. Consideration arrives late, a slow traveler of diverse journeys.
Memory stops on a horizon, smiling at the sun. Phases of the moon look down, then fade away. While desire of life becomes lips, tears fall among raindrops; in silent drifts of snow.
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