The Candle

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

theonlyjill

Herron, United States

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poetry

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candle poetry

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