General Writing Poetry


The perfect circle in my head unmatched the reality of asymmetry

Our path had torn in distance by pythagorean theorem

Catch, you might then fall

Dash, we might miss forever

Bustling in the wheat field, you run away like a cat

Does line mean to be bent?

I look up the celestial sky for an answer.

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