Burning the soul in a spurred heart

Burning hot' burns what is in front of our eyes so that we cannot look in that direction... beautiful red that always hurts a wounded heart...bringing all the wounds and thoughts of pain.. If the body is distributed in power then where did I come from that day while enjoying the beauty like fire' which was angry so that the feeling of never disappearing from time to time with him I walked promising that another time would come to me in the dead of night I sat still in order to live this life. .. the view of life is like fire' that always burns within me

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