This little angel is sitting in a room of glass.
It doesn't fly,
It doesn't know it can.
This little candle is sitting next to angel's room.
It doesn't burn,
It doesn't know it can.
This little angel falls in love with this little candle.
The candle starts to burn.
This little candle is dreaming of flying.
The fire is giving wings to little candle.
The little angel is crying for it's burning love.
The angel has learned to fly.
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Author:
Florin Dragoș Minculescu (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: January 23rd, 2022 04:49
- Category: Love
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Comments1
lovely words
Thank you, very much!
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