O. C. Woods (08/05/1981 / Rouhling)
The tree glows red now from pink to red
as I am soon to be dead...
all these books never to be open nor read
all these times to miss and worship your smiles shed
is all my courage enough vs the C shaped blade?
what is left when Family has vanished?
grey rain spills sadness showers to fled
passing woods perfect meadow my heavenly shade
can I be worth all these useless tides of pride?
Know that I loved you as much as I could
cherishing three Stars while Death shook my hand...
19+20/04/2013 (20.49 14.40)
for my 3 Stars with love and pride! *
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