Poem.

There’s always time for a special room in your heart.

I thought one day I’d write a poem about lies and what they cause. It’s crazy how so many people lie.

Poem.

The circle of life, and all has meaning.

A poem.

This poem is about how great circles are. Not the crop ones or the stains your coffee cup makes on the table, but the mathmatic ones we never use in everyday life.

Are you too languid and warm to make a choice?

Observe the changes of your own life – it indeed forms a circle.

Circle of Life for a father and daughter…