Looking for the water to sprinkle my past
On the rose petals
And then after I see the command of the smoke
That comes in my mind like fire
Where flames have been the sun of the day
And my moon has waited for the change of day to night.
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Lost inside of a fairytale
PoetryLost inside of a fairytale Can't seem to find my way out of this maze My heart is beating fast Losing track of the mirror of my past reflection And the roses are no longer the same color of my red lips of blush But they have grown blue because...
