Ocherous flame dances the same
Flicker and untamed, gentle crackles, call a name
Myrrh scented candles illuminate the room
One last time always seems to soon
Auburn hair burned wildly here
Memories of a yesteryear
When they all finally burn out
So too will my heart melt like the wax
And into the dark with no whereabouts
To stop and relax
© The Sad Owl
The Sad Owl
I'm just here. Until I'm not.
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