Sunday 9 September 2012

MILLION SPRINGS TO BREAK FREE


A million springs under the sun have passed



Yet my feet are frozen in the morgue of  the past



A thousand moons have arced across the nightly sky



Yet my lonesome sky is never clear



A hundred monsoons have showered and gone



Yet my minds garden is still barren



Oh! How much more must my lost soul wait!



Until its time to break free! 




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