April signifies the arrival of summer's heat,
Sweat trickles down our faces as we take a seat.
Electricity often goes out in my town,
And people rely on candles, though I have my doubts.
Summer in April is just the beginning,
As the ocean becomes our favorite thing.
I'm no longer invited to be someone's light,
But I see candles still shining with all their might.
In my town, during the summer season,
Candles are commonly used without hesitation.
They burn bright in the mornings and afternoons,
And the longer they melt, the brighter their light strewn.
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From The Pages of My Soul
PoésieA second book of elevated railway of my emotions. Episodes I never knew I could write. Series I was afraid to dive in with words. This is a collection of poetry and prose originally written by my heart.
