You know nothing – she said,
Stepping out of the flames.
At that moment I knew
We ain't playing no games.
With desire I burned.
Her immaculate blaze –
Nothing else did I yearn.
Pure as pharos her gaze.
… And we danced, and we swerved,
Glints and flickers beside.
So august our verve
Which no woe would betide.
…In a flash she took off –
The mirage molt away,
But my sorrow paid off –
I live on for the day.
11-3-2017
Mar 11, 2017
Mar 11, 2017 at 12:54 AM UTC
You know nothing – she said,
Stepping out of the flames.
At that moment I knew
We ain't playing no games.
With desire I burned.
Her immaculate blaze –
Nothing else did I yearn.
Pure as pharos her gaze.
… And we danced, and we swerved,
Glints and flickers beside.
So august our verve
Which no woe would betide.
…In a flash she took off –
The mirage molt away,
But my sorrow paid off –
I live on for the day.
11-3-2017
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