Little honeyed flame
burns, a dancing igniter,
then softer and lighter—
with a warmth that spreads—
changing, and ever the same.
Airy canaries at play,
coals, heated and tender,
distorted only in splendor
keeping the chill at bay.
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Author:
benevolentbluebabe (
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- Comment from author about the poem: When I miss someone, I'll light a candle to remind myself of them. And what better metaphor for love than a candle; sometimes flickering, sometimes blazing, but burning always, nonetheless. Bringing warmth to the coldest nights, and light to the darkest times.
- Category: Love
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