Candles are a Fire Hazard.


There is a place behind the sobs where dancing light resides.
Cradled bloody firmament, slowly twirls and sighs.
Wordlessly you speak its flame, to share infinity;
Find only ashes left of what you call divinity.

  • Author: Quemis (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 5th, 2020 00:46
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  • Maxine Smith

    Short and sweet.

    Nicely done.

    • Quemis

      Awwwe : ) : )

    • Jerry Reynolds

      Thought provoking

      • Quemis

        Thank you!

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