little Flame
a poem.
blushing phantom
breathing glow
flickering in the darkest of rooms
dances my way, yet
dances not with me
i will never
hold you, will always
burn me
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blushing phantom
breathing glow
flickering in the darkest of rooms
dances my way, yet
dances not with me
i will never
hold you, will always
burn me
Fascinating. Never would have made the connection to a candle without the image. Well penned!
Love this Chaz