When I could not find shelter, I tried to sew a poem from the threads of a mirage to shade me from the burning flames of distance My heart is completely empty like a cave high in the mountains, where all the deer spend the night and leave. How I wished, when all the deer changed their antlers, that they would leave them to me so that I could make the antlers a door to the cave of my heart.
My beautiful lady, hearts need an outlet to release pent-up pressure Welcome back and thank you
Some doors require no key. Maybe try opening the one you feel your heart keeps. It may surprise you by being open the whole time
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حذفWhen I could not find shelter, I tried to sew a poem from the threads of a mirage to shade me from the burning flames of distance
My heart is completely empty like a cave high in the mountains, where all the deer spend the night and leave. How I wished, when all the deer changed their antlers, that they would leave them to me so that I could make the antlers a door to the cave of my heart.
My beautiful lady, hearts need an outlet to release pent-up pressure
Welcome back and thank you