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  • Beatriz Brito
  • 13 de mar.
  • 1 min de leitura

Editado por: Rita Costa

It was the love in her words,

The feeling between her speech,

The burning fire in her eyes,

The way she danced, gracefully.


Flames consuming her feet, body and soul.

She left me wondering,

In the night flame of a little fire,

How I’m living my life wrong.


My words on the paper,

Following the light,

Keep the lyrics warm and alive.


Reminding me,

That even gone,

She is still alive.


 
 
 

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