Digomen کے بول

all i know is the man who died was really no one's dear affection lying there on the ground his body glows in all 4 directions all his life before our eyes we never gave him much attention colors yet unnamed compose a painting of such live complexion we'd see him around all the time lost in town going down old dogs kept him company and the rain always kept him clean feet that never touched the ground words that always sounded mean hands too small to do you harm eyes that searched for the obcene if you see me around lost in town going down help me out