Below is the poem entitled White candles of the last love which was written by poet
Tain. Please feel free to comment on this poem. However, please remember, PoetrySoup is a place of encouragement and growth.
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Leaves of trees
so tired for a summer
is writhing rusting .
Chestnuts are blossoming again,
trusted in luxury of heat.
believed in madness of the weather,
they are opening in the autumn,
as sign of the last tired love
are scorching completely.
the trees as if compose a fire
by naked branches,
the former hopes
Without a seed ...
there is the sentence of the last love