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.