We are going around in circles.

This Fibonacci poem challenge inspired me to have the most amazingly harmonious heaven like dream, of walking through a two story house, to realize I was there, honoured, to enjoy the amazing paint on its inside, to arrive at an upstairs window looking out on a big indoor area, with big green leaves on the floor laid out to dry.

A soul in waiting, looking to be found.

Understanding Al Hijr, meaning rocky place, even got the attention of various circles of this historic phenomenon.

A poem…because I write poems.

Never allow your faith to crumble.

On and On.

You are going around in circles.

Poem.

Everything dies anyways.. .