|Fire, by George Chow|
From the begin. We all see it the same. Only time difference our way. For a safe home. Follow the Holy Spirit. To fill each fire still. Till the night time two see off showing. And the eternal flame cast in. Of the comfort with cleansome. Rest through to the morn.
|Posted: 2015-05-11 03:59:03 UTC|
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