Poetry by Christina Fox

Sundial

If I could capture in a word
I'd tell you everything
You make me wise
Everything I did seems ok now
I hope future won't pain me
Follow these circles
Strike my every move
Every hour wondering
If I have the answer
Stepping back with my toes
Forward with chest
To allow the unconditional
I know what you think of me when you turn in
To pull me towards you
But I miss you when you're gone

--Christina Fox

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