The flame teased the dust, it threatened too, to burn it by dawn.
The dust too laughed as it still bargained for a kiss from the flame.
Was the dust a seeker, was the flame divine, both were though empty, both in love, drenched in the silence of the night.
The dust too laughed as it still bargained for a kiss from the flame.
Was the dust a seeker, was the flame divine, both were though empty, both in love, drenched in the silence of the night.
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