Fri, 01/23/2015 - 16:45 -- Qualema


The warmth and the passion of two lovers kindled by a thread.

Threaded by one needle, pulled through a small tunnel.

It is the reflection of the hardships of relationships.

The warmth of the true color of love isn't always red.

Because when love ends all the heat loses it's red.

The warmth becomes cold.

The passion becomes loathe.

The thread is cut.

And the color of love becomes blue.



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