On his way he goes.
Oblivious and safe.
Sure in the wings that he has.
A tear falls to earth.
Drier than the desert it is.
For the cries of the inncocent days in life.
Has robbed the beuty of this once lush green lands.
And now comes the winter with its cold and ice.
And perch on the maple branch
And smiles at the long past summer times
And in time the flowers will wither
and days get longer and birds will leave.
But the golden leaves of autumn willl live forever
Under icy cold snow forever and so.
-Osada. Death of a friend 2008
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