On the turning again . . .
. . . So I fly out on the fields
spreading my wings only for you my love
I heard the first and the second shoot
but the third crush my heart
. . . so I go down on the field
dying on my own bleeding to death
trying to understand. . . .
On the turning again . . .
but it`s end . . .
You know . . .
Poetry by Dan Cederholm
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Written on 2006-05-07 at 22:08
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