waitin in wain for good tomorrow
in usual silence whisp old wishes
to hold all hopes and brake all sorrows
to close all windows of passing years
time said good bye and finish letter
because Romeo promised die
in hopeful heart and autumn sweater
he jump from mount in endless sky
this mount he named - Geronimo
such high and perfect
couldn't see
just birds and angels with pure anima
could fly could touch and stay to be
but he burn out put on fire
that mount city virgin trees
he tired of lies of trues of smiles
with each does shit he calls Loveis..
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