Beautiful. That's one way to describe the way it dances in the wind.
Colours. So vibrant and pure.
Warm. So warm.
My company when I am lonely.
My comfort in the night.
My savior, when I'm frozen.
My happiness in light.
A reminder of days lost and forgotten.
Near the lakes,
Inside the shelter of little tents.
The moon shining brightly.
The stars like twinkling jewels.
My dear friend.
My companion.
My light.
Treasure you always, I will.
For when you are ablaze, I'm no longer alone and cold.
You are my fire.
Though you are one, you are many.
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Yep, it's a poem.
About a candle.
YOU ARE READING
Coloured Confliction
Short StoryThis is where I'll be posting one shots and poems. Possibly even two shots.
