our souls forever burning, an enteral flame,
burning down deep in our hearts,
and as wild it may be and how strong these flames are,
they let our love slowly die,
but we still wait,
for that lightest change,
that will make our love rekindle.
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Poetry
PoetryThoughts that flow like water in my mind are written down on a digitale device to let you be carried away. Call it poems, quotes. Call it what you want it to be called. See how people can think the same about something. Feel understood. Read them...
