The
candle lights up
It
stands hard and strong
In
the night of stars
In
the sight of full moon
The
wind blow its way
The
bending light reaching low
Trying
to reach the hollow
The
bubbling droplets, soft, wet and hot
The
soft hammering on the carpet grass
The
whispser of the guitar strings
Playing
a mixture of chords and riffs
Of
a moment the shadows meet by the light
The
candle melts slowly
The
heat caressing its hardness
Slowly
the dripping wax gliding down
On
the table glass of shadows
In
the full moon
The
loud roar in the night
The
candle bends over
Falling
hard to the hard ground
There's
nothing to say
The
story of the end
The
light slowly burning out
The
candles stays motionless
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