Author - Jonathan Avis

Focus Poems... Real Stories



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The ball which rolls,

rolling across all the folds,

of the blanket of time.

It's weave so intricate, every stitch unique.

The pattern moves, like the flow of the waves,

or the gentle movement of the trees

which sway in that warm morning breeze.

Simple yet fantastic, the code hidden by the blanket, let the river flow and let the sea be what it wants to be. Open, wide, creative and free.

Rolling Ball