round and round, the carousel goes;
where it's headed, heaven knows;
I seek your hearth yet I find none;
To find and see, just fleeting fun.
Your love I wish from the past;
for passion we dreamt cannot last;
near or far, your shadow casts;
on clocks, on dreams, even dust.
Yet I wake in a field so vast;
A lover's quarrel an eternal mass;
I recognize this field from distant gleam;
to find and see, you're just a dream.
— Anastacia
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PoetryA compilation of poems about love, reality and distorted fantasy. Thoughts to words - Touch to feelings - Sight to memories - All I can offer to you in writing. - Anastacia Cover belongs to its rightful owners.
