She was not even there
But he was still looking
Love in his eyes dry
And the gaze burns all the town
She was on the hills
Walking out of her grave
Burning town warms her hands
From Where did this fire started ?
They were foredoom to die
By the hands of the lover
And it was her destiny
To be cold even near the fire
By Yasmin.Sh🌻
Jun 5, 2025
Jun 5, 2025 at 4:16 AM UTC
She was not even there
But he was still looking
Love in his eyes dry
And the gaze burns all the town
She was on the hills
Walking out of her grave
Burning town warms her hands
From Where did this fire started ?
They were foredoom to die
By the hands of the lover
And it was her destiny
To be cold even near the fire
By Yasmin.Sh🌻
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