Something I wrote.. Peace Tony
IT CAME TO HER FAR TOO LATE.. NONE SPOKE TO HER OF TRUE AND FATE..
Long years gone we looked upon a sky blue afternoon.. waiting for the morning sun sure to wake us soon..
On that very next morn kittens born cry for food.. Mama comes in love.. a love in truth.. her blood her brood..
Let them live you named in posture.. kind those who in truth.. whether Moscow is your home.. or desert sands.. Deluth..
Know you only you can show as karma comes each day.. the innocent is love.. is true.. a splendid love well played..