Us And The Fire Poem by cristobal obregon silvertop
Us And The Fire
We are in the dessert, my love.
I catch a petal.
Of this flower.
woman archway and light, first man or last.
Light me up.
Surround me with your love, let me play in your garden.
Time is is a thin man., with a fateful look.
The time is then, he is a clown,
The dawn smiles amongst the multitude.
The freedom of the rainbow will give you everything under the stars
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