or their tears composed a musical notes,
for their fight created astraying street steer
I held upto these fallin' memories in a graveyard
into the abstract demon of my noble moralities, .so much of sadness. after a midnight there is always a dawn.. that is my hope whenever i have to suffer. a very fine poem. you are writing to the conscience of this world.. tony
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or their tears composed a musical notes, for their fight created astraying street steer I held upto these fallin' memories in a graveyard into the abstract demon of my noble moralities, .so much of sadness. after a midnight there is always a dawn.. that is my hope whenever i have to suffer. a very fine poem. you are writing to the conscience of this world.. tony