living long keeping trust and faith






living long keeping trust and faith,
the wire with sheets, bloodstained
but washed and drying dancing in
the wind on the hills, becomes long;
some ages bitterly closing up, they
are like sour wine, some lose their
virginity over and over again, their
pure tears flows fully and freely like
mountain spring water; heals world.


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