terça-feira, 18 de setembro de 2018

August 2nd

The time when I came
whispers an echo in the air
to feed the flame
and remind me I'm still there.

If I listen really close,
I hear it say "hey, little rose -
only this month and a few more days
and the cold is gone,
just hang on,
still ablaze..."

18/09/2018

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