The remnants of a storm, the remnants of a charm, the remnants are all that is left.
With the potential to rise, and some potential to be a wife, what stays is the potential for Life.
Oh, English Rose! I see you there- your eyes gleaming the details of our Love.
Your heart decorated with roses and the same displayed up-close- what detailing goes into this gaze?!
What keeps me behind are those words of taunt- for a sin that will remain to haunt.
Until you take me in your arms, oh! Am I the creature of harms?
Just like a firefly displaying light, I seek to showcase all my might.
With corridors so vast in space, will you recognise this tiny firefly's glaze?
Of timidity being gifted for my pace, will the tendency to Love ever fade?
With the shadows of sorrow winning the race, will the gallows be ready for the date?
Hey Bubbles \(^_^)/, yet another beautiful frame and you are looking so beautiful as ever. Those roses decorated inside your heart seem to be blooming even in your apparel. You are simply radiating your true colours while I am trapped in the black and white of stark reality. The sun is rising for now and it is time for me to get back to my hide. For, banished creatures have no room in the light. Let your light shine, brighter than ever to give light to every flower. Bubbles \(^_^)/ -rPhoenix
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