…Lover Of Blaze…

He was a lover.
Lover of beauty.
Beauty that burned.
Burned her into hues of scarlet red, with tints of brown serenity.
The cuts that were immortal.
The gording redness of love,
An eternity of pain,
The warrior!
With her sword of desires.
Desires of peace,
She was a destructive melody,
Who walked down roads of
Flaming lone coals,
Kissed them with her feet,
She was leading chorus of lyrics.
Lyrics of his heart.
For he was a lover of equity.
He was lover of heart,
And not of beauty.
©err1585 (IG)


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