heartbreaks are full of rain, and the setting sun,is just the same, as senseless tragedies,they came knocking at our door, waiting, and watchingfor us to bring thethrum of a life lived underneath the trim, and drumof absence embroiled, andshunned weeping like the flowers on a midsummer morn,we call to the heavens, wanting to knowmore about […]
the flame of hope and love…
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