¿No te Gusta Bailar Salsa?

When dancing,
Every breath comes a bucket… full of water,
poured on sorrow lit fire.
Every smile…
is a new torch in the dark depth of loneliness.
And every touch is a drop… when it rains in the desert.


When dancing,
Every breath comes a bucket… full of water,
poured on sorrow lit fire.
Every smile…
is a new torch in the dark depth of loneliness.

سایه ی مالایی
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