IV.
November and the fire is alive,
I stare into it waiting,
For the coal to turn into diamonds, (4)
My blue floral shirt is sticking to my chest,
I fan myself with my bare hands.
via METAMORPHOSIS
IV.
November and the fire is alive,
I stare into it waiting,
For the coal to turn into diamonds, (4)
My blue floral shirt is sticking to my chest,
I fan myself with my bare hands.
via METAMORPHOSIS