In love with Fire
Mysterious
The darkness crept in as her sight blurred out And her vision started to fill with voices and sounds She found herself standing in a picture she had captured When her eyes were the camera during the day of disaster The red river overflowed with the color of an art And it mixed with the salty rain that fell from people's heart During the darkest hour of the night The city was illuminated with light The brightness consumed everything in its way As the night got confused to suddenly become day She stood in the chaos watching the ash go higher Though it took everything away, she fell in love with fire People asked her how she survived when others died She said fire doesn't kill one of it own kind
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Rodney Kanher
@Mysterious ur wlcm😊
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Lorraine
This caught my attention❤💙💜💛
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@Lorraine Thank you♥️♥️
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