Merry-go-round
by esoror/rorose
Mary goes around
The fairground
To find her little brother
Who is always around her
But now is gone.
When she comes to
The merry-go-round
She finds it keeps running
But her brother is there, on the ground,
Motionlessly sleeps in sound.
From now on
Her brother will never open his eyes brown
And Mary will never go around
That fairy fairground.
Circa 1999
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Life never gives us waht we want at the moment that we consider
appropriate. Adventures do occur, but not punctually.
--E.M. Foster, "A Passage to India"
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