Cinnamon Diamond was here name
They called here nothing special
Fallen forgotten
But still in memory
Tragedy and hope still fights
Listen to sounds of bullets
Falling from sky
Like raindrops from hell
The ticket from the clock
Beating souls from timeless ends
Jokers to the left
In whispering thoughts
Cinnamon diamond was here name
Rise and shine
Never forgotten
Hope and tragedy the fight is won
Real love is written
Cinnamon Diamond in dreams
Make you sweat
Poetry by Mr painter
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Written on 2010-07-10 at 17:39
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