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Heart's blaze

  • Nameless
  • Feb 5, 2021
  • 1 min read

Days passed and finally, the sun turned out!

The cold snowy earth was kissed by the light!


The love shone brightly in the coldness of winter!

All the shadows were running to find a shelter!


Yet this poor lover of you is still deprived of your hair!

he demands your bosom; he wishes you air!


May, like the sun that appeared after days!

You enlighten me with your heart's blaze!


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