Friday, January 31, 2014


Last call
To bring down the last orange
To sit under orange tree
And smell the scent of blossoms
In the grove of green hills
With you
Before you are gone
With clouds
And rain
Last call 
Before it rains
In your arms
And windows
Are broken
In invasion of
Lightning and thunder
That is you arriving
That is you leaving
And leaving the lonely man
In deep loneliness
Last call waiving
And the wave
Is a long lasting dream of
Last call

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