Around

Circle is round and unsaid are our grounds;

Life flows like a river and within the bubbles you surround;

Words are many and so are the dusts of life,

Freedom from the known is shadow for words which shall never drown;

Only in my eyes you were never found.

Run many and many were destiny,

Only the ground were round and circles around, they drown.

Five had life within, only the beauty was unfound,

For deep deep inside, may be someday: you dust

You shall surround!