As the rustling wind approaches;
From North and South,
With one intention
To put your flame out.
Still burning bright, even when the sun dies
Maintain your flame, I see in your eyes.
Slowly, but surely, your wax melts
The end of your life, my heart deeply felt.
As the clouds begin to huff and puff;
With faces of grey, with static effects to strike all strays.
Here comes the tears from the sky;
That fell into your flame and ended your life,
What a shame....
Tremar Ivey
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Poeticcharmer
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