You have a reason to play with fire.
It’s not fire’s choice.
No rain can stop this fire.
No fire can stop your rain.
It’s from earth’s core.
Gruesome battle of your womb
Words flow through your ladle like cradle
Wind anyway blows it up;
Winter makes love with dancing flame.
He dances in all seasons.
You are the season;
And you are the reason.
He dances in all seasons.
You are the season;
And you are the reason.
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