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Emotion is fire

Emotion is fire

By matthew englerPublished about a year ago 3 min read

Emotion is fire, only put it into the furnace, to warm us, but not burn us. Emotion is water, only it is stored in the dam, can moisten us, not drown us. Emotion is the lamp, in the twilight cage cover the wild, we fall into the lost, it is the eyes of relatives. Emotion is a gull, in the waves block the land, we exhausted, it is a lover's call. In the city steel traffic cement forest, emotion is a path of flowers and trees under the sunset. When the heart is turning to sand and warmth is passing by, emotion is a string of dew that refuses to dry up before the dawn and sunrise. Affection is the collision of two stars. Affection is the welding of two hearts. Feelings, is the intersection of two streams. Affection is the comparison of two pairs of wings. When loneliness is extreme, the cigarette burns loneliness into ashes. .Butterflies coming in. When the white hair does not top, the years put wrinkles into a song sung at night, emotion is a volume of no word. No emotion, flowers without fragrance, bees without honey. No emotion, road without car, river without boat. No emotion, no sun, no moon. No emotion, no forest, no bird song. What is the emotion - is to put your hand in my hand, is to put your heart in my heart, is to break through the thorns after the warm touch, is the story of you and me - collection soul never exposed negative film.Emotion is fire, only put it into the furnace, to warm us, but not burn us. Emotion is water, only it is stored in the dam, can moisten us, not drown us. Emotion is the lamp, in the twilight cage cover the wild, we fall into the lost, it is the eyes of relatives. Emotion is a gull, in the waves block the land, we exhausted, it is a lover's call. In the city steel traffic cement forest, emotion is a path of flowers and trees under the sunset. When the heart is turning to sand and warmth is passing by, emotion is a string of dew that refuses to dry up before the dawn and sunrise. Affection is the collision of two stars. Affection is the welding of two hearts. Feelings, is the intersection of two streams. Affection is the comparison of two pairs of wings. When loneliness is extreme, the cigarette burns loneliness into ashes. .Butterflies coming in. When the white hair does not top, the years put wrinkles into a song sung at night, emotion is a volume of no word. No emotion, flowers without fragrance, bees without honey. No emotion, road without car, river without boat. No emotion, no sun, no moon. No emotion, no forest, no bird song. What is the emotion - is to put your hand in my hand, is to put your heart in my heart, is to break through the thorns after the warm touch, is the story of you and me - collection soul never exposed negative film.Emotion is fire, only put it into the furnace, to warm us, but not burn us. Emotion is water, only it is stored in the dam, can moisten us, not drown us. Emotion is the lamp, in the twilight cage cover the wild, we fall into the lost, it is the eyes of relatives. Emotion is a gull, in the waves block the land, we exhausted, it is a lover's call. In the city steel traffic cement forest, emotion is a path of flowers and trees under the sunset. When the heart is turning to sand and warmth is passing by, emotion is a string of dew that refuses to dry up before the dawn and sunrise. Affection is the collision of two stars. Affection is the welding of two hearts. Feelings, is the intersection of two streams. Affection is the comparison of two pairs of wings. When loneliness is extreme, the cigarette burns loneliness into ashes. .Butterflies coming in. When the white hair does not top, the years put wrinkles into a song sung at night, emotion is a volume of no word. No emotion, flowers without fragrance, bees without honey. No emotion, road without car, river without boat. No emotion, no sun, no moon. No emotion, no forest, no bird song. What is the emotion - is to put your hand in my hand, is to put your heart in my heart, is to break through the thorns after the warm touch, is the story of you and me - collection soul never exposed negative film.

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