By George’s Girl 2025
Crop Circles
In the field, a circle grows,
Round and perfect,
From where! nobody knows.
Late at night, it comes to be,
A mystery for all to see.
No one hears or sees a thing,
Yet the shapes are there,
from where do you think?
A odd shape mark upon the earth,
A puzzle left for us,
the answer to search.
Is it man, or something more?
We’re left to wonder, to explore.
About the Creator
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Poetry has lived in me since childhood.
Ink spills the feelings words fear to say.
My poems heal, some haunt, all are pieces of me.
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