On the street of sighs a dream lies dead
Rows of blossoms whisper love, pink and white in thread
Petals breathe perfume of trust, a tender, sweet caress,
While behind glass, a fire gnaws, a betrayal's fierce confess
A figurine with wilted hope holds love in his hand
Walks toward the blazing shop, where vows turned to ashland
Flowers scream in fragrant grief, their beauty torn apart
As flames devour the sanctuary of lover's beating heart
Scent of roses fights the smoke, a duel of scent and scorch
Betrayal's ember cracks the glass shattering every porch
Yet in ruin, euphoric cries of love's fierce, dark bloom
Rise from ashes like phoenix tears, perfuming doom
Each petal's memory ignites, a candle in the night
Turning grief to gilded pain, a bittersweet delight
The lover's heart, a garden lost, now burns with embered grace
Embracing agony and ecstasy in the same dark space
In the end, the street remembers the love‑kissed flowers' sigh
And the ash‑kissed ruins sing of betrayal's euphoric lie
That even when love is burnt to ash
its scent survives the blaze
A dark euphoria of loss, where broken hearts still raise
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