For the dark cloud I guarantee my heart

For the dark cloud,

I guarantee my heart,

I light in my veins

the flames of the surprise,

The thirst rages on,

At the edge of burning,

The dark cloud

looks for protection by me

it slaughters the fires

In the guillotine of the rain,

 

For the dark cloud,

I guarantee my heart,

I rise in the water tank

The purity of the flame

From smoke

 

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Ghazala elhrizi
Picture cordero de bolanos

 

https://www.francescorderodebolanos.com/smoke—humo.html

 

 

 

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