The skies open
The storm abates
Paved streets old
Where a stranger awaits
The world lies cold
A heart of ice
Flames engulf
A lonely paradise
Creeping closer
Into the soul
Filling the void
Making me whole
Alas, separated
Yet always near
To the heart
Distance is mere
Apr 21, 2015
Apr 21, 2015 at 3:20 PM UTC
