My life
A candle
Waning slowly
Knows not
For whom it’s burning
Or why
Just that it is
And soon shall
Dissolve
Out of existence
And there is nothing it can do now
Except burn, burn and burn
With a hope
That when the wick goes out
Atleast the wax will survive
Deep.
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Very strong and sensual piece, love it!
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Beautiful thoughts
Thank you very much for the kind compliment 😊