Red apple
That name which was great god almighty
That sign which was strong and beauty
That who prescribes run to travel
That who load the pain on my camel
That who thought to go with not to go
That who mix the color on the show
That tender soft blues guitar player
That closen eyes dancing prayer
That who danced what a wonderful seen
That who scared how understands what dose it means
That fear which grabs your chest
That unwelcome hollow childhood guest
That you told me I’m in extreme pain
That I told you I’m lust in the same
That you’ve seen was fear, and empty room
That you didn’t see; red apple on the doom
That mood that laugh, also that lie
That tense moment and that good bye
July 2001
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