Embroided with red thread
My body walks the earth
Above the water is my head
To always question what I’m worth
To feel the beauty of sunrise
And silently obey to being burnt
I have no shelter, no disguise
That is the price for things I've told
And you… You came like summer rain
To wash gray days’ dust of my face
I fell in love with sweetest pain
Of wanting what I see but not allowed to embrace..
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