jueves, 4 de agosto de 2011

Burning sunset.




There's nothing to burn.
There's no ice to melt.
Neither Princess of Ice,
nor kingdom of ice.






My sun is so powerful,
so magnificent,
so beautiful,
that with his burning arms
warm hugs
and bright smiles
he can melt every piece of ice,
every rest of coldness.









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