George

Maybe

It was a road to the end.
How i expected a time longing,
the truth of vanity from truth,
and emptiness of dark lys,
a life willing unexpected.

It was a good begining..
from too much of means.
sorts of types and choice.
hidings and not knowing love,
to no where to go but love.

Writers, poets, to Gods..
Rains for quite some days.
Hope each us find the ways.
fate, hope, love..
Maybe no more fears..