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Circles, sure are round aren't they.
Like the waves, they have a particular motion about them.
You can draw a circle, but it's never the same.
Like the waves, once they go out, they don't come back in the same.
How does one think of a circle?
Does he just sit at his desk, and start to draw?
A round shape appears on the paper.
Not very big, not very small.
Just big enough, that he is satisfied with is work.
He smiles at the circle, because that, is his, circle.
And no one else, can draw it like him.
Then, he starts to draw more circles, each exactly the same way as the first.
Soon, the whole page is filled with circles.
The man smiles, once again.
It, is another achievement for him. He is pleased.
He reaches for his pencils, and wants to colour the cirlces in.
But, before he can do that, he stares at the box of coloured pencils.
It's shape is square, this particular box.
He, feels the box, so he can memorize what it feels like.
The man, has a confused look on his face.
For this box does not feel right, as it did last night.
Something has happened to the box.
The man searches around the box, feeling it very precisely, making sure,
that he does not miss any part of it.
It's very important that the box feel the same way.
It's sort of a reminder to the man.
The man comes to the outside of the box.
He stops there, he feels cold.
He feels the box, gently, trying not to displace any feeling.
It feels cold. The box is cold. This is not right, thinks the man.
Immediately, the man takes a towel from his room,
and rubs the box, until it feels warm again,
But it cannot be just warm.
It must be exactly as the man remembers it. It's very important to him.
Finally, warmth for the box is achieved.
The man shivers, because he is cold, and he holds onto his blanket
so that he can keep warm.
Sweet dreams awaken as his man sleeps.
His pencils are all neatly in a pile, so he will remember them.
Where they are, what they feel like, this is all very important to him.
The man awakes from his sleep,
and simply writes, at the top of the page:
'Wave.'
The man is now pleased.
~Josh~
21.
Love who you want to.
~Josh~
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Feeling kinda insightful tonight, Josh ? What made you think of this ? It tells me you're in a good mood. I'm glad. I like you that way the best. I had cherry pie tonight for dessert and I wondered if it was as good as the ones you've made for me but I have not yet tasted.
Nice poem, but you know I like them all any way.
Your friend,
~A~Q~U~A~
There is a sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness, but of power. They speak more eloquently than ten thousand tongues. They are the messengers of overwhelming grief, of deep contrition, and of unspeakable love. Washington Irving
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I'm not sure what made me think of it. Someone who wants something perfect their way, no one elses. That's what I thought I could do with this poem. I used circles and waves to help with that.
I'm actually not too sure why I thought of this. I hope you like it though.^^
*hugs*^^
~Josh~
21.
Love who you want to.
~Josh~
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