Thursday, March 11, 2010

Circles

like circles we  remain ,
with summers in  shoes,
I tasted the colors of pain,
the autumn in your eyes
made the leaves afraid of rain.

Like sand clung to the sea
with waves and ripples we whirl
we bend and break 
we spin and  twist
till the lost pearls were found
and shattered again.


like the pictures in frame
broken pieces of glasses
in your hand ,
to make me free you bleed
and now that i can run
i wish to just walk again,
with you besides me.

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