Have a taste and let me know if you like it warm
My breath still burns its winter passion flames
Drenched as it may by tempests of unknown gloom
Do not worry dear friend, my madness touches only
Those who were touched by the burning ashes of life
Their tears and laughter mingle with seasons, light
Rain clouds, summer winds, sultry afternoon sands
You, my priceless friend have been born blind to pain
You will be free.
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