TO DINO

when a flower child dies .........

you will say but who knows how many ...

it's true ... many but he ...

he lived our life

step by step .. from youth

we have come a long way together

how many places visited

how many people you know .....

now take the last trip ... yes last

but this time ... it will fly ... in the sky

he will reach ... the others ... many

but we will always remember it

hello DINO friend of many friends of all

my friend ...... we just needed a look ..

fly ..... child of flowers