Without lazy smoke
lingering above our heads,
As cold as stones covered
with night dew,
without the light
we were sent to give,
we are candles whose
wicks hold no flame,
not a flicker,
not a finger of light.
Without flames
our wax goes to waste
without love our hearts beat
yet make no sound.
Who are we without light?
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October 14, 2016 at 6:40 am
Without flames
our wax goes to waste
without love our hearts beat
yet make no sound.
Who are we without light?
Touching lines . Great work.
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October 15, 2016 at 10:40 am
Thank you so much.
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October 15, 2016 at 11:10 am
You’re welcome.
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