Degrees

Degrees

A Poem by Soren

When does a breeze become a blow a single flake a storm of snow
A psychopath lovingly petting a dog, an honest banker altering his log
What's too hot or too cold, when is one too young or too old
Boundary between sad and glad, good or bad, happy or mad 
How fine a line before it disappears, when does a passing glance become leers 
A straight line at close vicinity will form a circle growing to infinity

© 2025 Soren


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Excellent work, my friend.

Posted 3 Months Ago


Soren

3 Months Ago

Thank you Thomas

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Added on September 24, 2025
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