The candle cried,
The hot wax dripped from the fire,
Rolled and glistened down the funeral pyre.
merging at the base,
In the form of sorrows solid face.
The candle cried.
All the tears I couldn’t.
The candle cried,
The hot wax dripped from the fire,
Rolled and glistened down the funeral pyre.
merging at the base,
In the form of sorrows solid face.
The candle cried.
All the tears I couldn’t.
moonlight1
wow, this has a picture draw into it, and the passion of feeling. excellent work!