How many times,
have I seen the
moon grow full,
and seen the
leaves of trees,
falling on the ground?
Perhaps, not as many
times I was a fool.
Now my tears falling down,
is the only sound.
How many times,
have I seen,
birds fly away,
leaving the winter,
to meet the greeting sun?
Perhaps, not as many times,
I'd wished you'ld stay.
Now I'm left with a partner,
who's on the run.
How many times,
I've lost myself,
to be found,
leaving you clues,
as to how,
I feel inside?
Perhaps, they have closed down,
the merry-go-round.
Now you can go seek,
while I go and hide.
Perhaps, now you feel
as lost as I have been.
Now that the chains around us
starts breaking free.
20 Jan '11
Jacqui Broad
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