Once where fire burned and laid the warmth which grew those sparks in my eyes…
remain buried in their embers.
The smouldering hazels are silenced through the darkness of ash and night.
Flames black in their disguise.
Unkind.
Cold.
Unwise.
Once where fire burned and laid the warmth which grew those sparks in my eyes…
remain buried in their embers.
The smouldering hazels are silenced through the darkness of ash and night.
Flames black in their disguise.
Unkind.
Cold.
Unwise.
