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The Agony of the Flame

 

This night is like

Any night

But a candle knows best

And flickers

Dancing its own volition

 

I guess I’m lonely

Like the moth

I’m too intrigued

The darkness lingers

But it is not enough

 

I have come here to burn

You look at me

Your face the

Only thing I see

 

You smile

I smile back

 

But in the blackness

What difference does it make?

◄ when that daylight hit us again (inspired by Gareth Writer-Davies' Junk poem)

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Comments

Philipos

Thu 8th Sep 2011 22:21

You make an interesting comparison with the moth. Enjoyed this.

<Deleted User> (6895)

Mon 5th Sep 2011 20:03

cool couplets
at th'end.

<Deleted User> (6315)

Mon 5th Sep 2011 11:11

Pleased I came across this..I have just enjoyed reading your other work too..

nice one :)

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