Fire

 

 

 

 

 

The fantasy, the illusion, the dream,
Leaving her breathless..
Spinning with excitement.
She has a rock...
Solid beautiful rock.
This temptation shall be her weakness...
... The warm embrace of merely illusions...
Her heart burning with desire,
In the end she knows she has no story to be told....
As she loses everything that she hold..
Like a moth simply will perish in the fire..

~fida.i~