Behold a candle
If I am a candledo I feel the fire on my wick or my life weeping away drop by drop?
Do I know I am aflame?
or do I walk through my life unknowing that the light and flames I see are because of the flame I carry, that I slowly give my life for,
or other candles lighting me
Poetry by SecretWords

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Written on 2025-06-29 at 09:41



