The flame in a candle
Is like a girl,
Dancing for her freedom.
Deep down
She surely must know that she will never get out.
Forever
She is trapped in that damned glass cage.
The wind is screaming
Like a child that has no obedience.
Maybe the wind is screaming to be set free.
The darkness will surrounded the dancing girl
And the screaming child.
Consuming them both.
Capturing them,
Forever.
To them, there is no such thing as being free.
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Air Bubbles And Paper Cuts
شِعرJust some things I never had the guts to say out loud. (Updated daily??)
