Flickering flame makes its way up
Weaning wax goes down
Blackened wicks are left crumbling
Yellow glow while still surround..
YOU ARE READING
MUSINGS.. A collection of poetry
PoetryPoetry is.. beauty, style and grace; Poetry is.. insightful, precious and profound; Poetry is.. ecstasy, passion and glee; Poetry is.. past, present and future; Poetry is.. heart, mind and soul; Poetry is truly a blessing.. Feel the same? Somewhat...
Candle
Flickering flame makes its way up
Weaning wax goes down
Blackened wicks are left crumbling
Yellow glow while still surround..
