Love is either
a flickering candle
or a raging inferno
The unsteady candle
short lived
& fruitless
The burning flare
smoke choking any life
that happens to get in its way
Our love
was both
the firestorm,
and the candle
Smothering everyone around us
but eventually reduced
to a defective
scintillation.
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Author:
Nicole Brant (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: August 7th, 2017 22:12
- Category: Love
- Views: 15
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Comments2
Loved the words you have used in this poem 😀
Great write :))
A lovely poem with attention to shape ... well done, Nicole!
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