A personal poem:
I'm looking west,
for what is best.
But the circle takes me around,
to where I was found.
I'm at a standstill,
for my heart to fill.
You're not here,
and I'm not there.
I look for thee,
to set me free.
From the fight,
to be right.
Open the door,
so I can soar.
Hold my hand,
until I land.
Then, I'm yours,
without force.
Up on the hill,
I will.
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