Burn the candle, Till the wick turns black.
Fire and flame takes my mind aback.
To places where we once stood grand.
Atop a mountainous peak we stand.
Across a red horizon, the whispers start arisen.
If you listen close, Their secrets you'll hear of ghosts.
Like stars that vanish into the night,
Or twinkle for our prideful sight.
This is where I took my vow,
A remedy for the here and now.
And looked to futures gone and past.
Where pink soft lips kissed for the last.
Interlocked in bonds of love.
Like lovebirds soaring up above.
Until we fall, so slippery.
To end our fates in history.
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Author:
RSM (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: February 13th, 2025 08:37
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Comments2
Careful wording and images give the feeling of past places one has been and this is well blended with the sense of togetherness until the end of time. Very nice and emotional
Thank you very much for your comment.
Tremendous work.
Thank you
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