Time goes by, softly, stealthily,
love escapes in a sigh,
the fieriness that burned at a thousand per hour,
fades in shadows, in an echo of smell.
Fragrant memories of burning nights,
where two souls melted in dance,
the flames of desire, voracious and united,
devoured the hours, consumed hope.
Where was that blazing fire?
that illuminated the skin, breaking the silence,
now only ashes, a faint whisper absent,
a faint murmur carried by the wind.
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