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Freedom of hearts, magic of time. Playing with us, blinding with dust. Teasing our love, dancing with flame. The rhythm was right, there's no one to blame. I'll stay with faith, tho the world would hate. Above in the sky, I know my eyes won't cry. The stars would cheer and shines so bright. There's no place for fear, I know I should fight. Reaching your hands, hearing you laugh. Looking to those eyes, my heart beats fast. Sunset at dawn, stars at day. I'll always be here, no matter what may.
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May 22, 2018
May 22, 2018 at 12:55 PM UTC
Poetry of love
Freedom of hearts, magic of time. Playing with us, blinding with dust. Teasing our love, dancing with flame. The rhythm was right, there's no one to blame. I'll stay with faith, tho the world would hate. Above in the sky, I know my eyes won't cry. The stars would cheer and shines so bright. There's no place for fear, I know I should fight. Reaching your hands, hearing you laugh. Looking to those eyes, my heart beats fast. Sunset at dawn, stars at day. I'll always be here, no matter what may.
How ironic a love could be. In a bittersweet taste of it.
FreijahSelYna
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May 22, 2018
May 22, 2018 at 12:55 PM UTC
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