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One Candle
Her crimson heart blanches, broken, her soul aches never to numb her loss. When songbirds silently retreat to tallest treetops, shaken she lights her solitary restlessness. On the windowsill, it flickers and flirts with dusk's sifted air. Constant burning, I could never imagine this insatiable, impatient yearning - for one candle to beacon to one more chance. She falls, spills over, slumps into ebony night - she, steadfast, stifles sobs performing like in a Shakespearean play, pretending to want for rise of day. And I wonder why does her lone candle shine for him? Who deserves her heart sworn to love despite a deceptive guise - no intent to return, only rumors of his lies? And I wonder why I feel a kinship with her shadows, (not yet hopeless or ready to resign), they swing, lilting light, lifting prayers into angelic paths beyond, and I wonder. Her blanched heart, broken soul aches, and I, a passerby, wonder why I bleed her loss and still feel the warmth of her candle. written 2/15/17
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