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Candle

Flames flickered as the candle’s light Touched the chilling breath of night Shadows danced around with no sound Bottle of ink filled with nightshade Sleeps under the moonlight A quill soft as a dream is held by a figure half immersed in darkness Waiting for the elixir of thoughts As the clock struck twelve With great haste the figure dips the quill in the nightshade And jotted something on a piece of paper Under the candle’s light words are born out Oh! Candle tell me how many people have written history under your might Honorable Mention in: Your Choice J Poetry Contest Sponsored by Brian Strand

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Date: 4/10/2025 9:49:00 PM
Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Welcome to Poetry Soup. I welcome you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.
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Date: 4/6/2025 4:34:00 AM
Lovely first poem on PS, Adarsh. Welcome
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Date: 4/6/2025 3:35:00 AM
I'm not quite old enough to recall the quill but my father had a seal that was once used to seal letters in wax. Maybe I am old enough to remember the quill
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