#buynak
When it finds a match,
the fire sends its regards
for the source of its warmth.
Where heat
and breast floats gold,
I see the old sky new.
Why a mold
that charms cats and brothers
as the offender of kings.
What's more,
it knows
the Tarantula D'amour.
We all burn slow,
even if we die young;
so be it.
Well, let's live
today if not and especially
tomorrow doesn't exist.
Apr 1, 2021
Apr 1, 2021 at 11:29 AM UTC