golden sands that slip between fingers
a paranoid glance over the shoulder
bright sun rays overseeing everything
smiles whitened by the glare
a place in the middle of nowhere
fingers run through his hair
two people lying on the blazing sand
hand in hand
just so you know i did a begin but i sent it to tears_of_stardust so she could do a respond since i didnt have wifi. this is my begin
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fire
Poetryshe was the candle that would never go out, even in the breeze of adversity. - a collection of poems
