My flame is burning
Restful colors on
Love is always learning
Things that could be done
Heart in a happy hour
Fields of sand´s time
A wild little flower
In its morn spring prime
All the easy to know
Falling footsteps on
As their seeds grow
Onto the shining sun
Day by day I pounder
Where my futures lie
As beats inside wonder
Tides of low and high
My flame is on fire
Glowing treads of being
Each and every desire
Into memories freeing
Where is hope from?
Pleasures in their awaking
Sunshine new blossom
Away dimness taking
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