The Whiskey Taster’s Flavor Guide

Slow Burn

The candle...
burns itself slow.
Wants to...
hold on to its...
each speck, to last long;
for it is...
assigned...
to ward off...
darkness...
till the dawn;
saves itself...
from dying flicker...
caused by air it consumes;
to...
win losing battle.


9.5.2020
Copyright © | Year Posted 2020

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