the flame of hope and love…

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 aboutLire la suite « the flame of hope and love… »

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