The Food of
Poetry exploring and questioning the universe, the self and love
The Candle A slender figure dressed in white entered the darkness of the night. No where was there ever to be so radiant a light as she. Upon the floor her dress did fall, her shoulders bare; naked to all. I lay enchanted by the sight; finding myself in such delight my eyes could not help but to stare at such perfection burning there. And at that moment in the room, a breeze blew in uncertain doom. Her neck and hair did slightly sway. My hopes and dreams melted away. Her memory, like wax remains.
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