The Wick of Lantern's Flame
Night enfolds me. Darkness is all around
Too late to turn back; it's a shelter I seek
A bed of leaves gathered upon the ground
Shall serve well enough on a night so bleak
Pinch the wick of lantern's flame until it dies
My thoughts will be of you as I close my eyes
November 29, 2021
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Copyright © Lin Lane | Year Posted 2021
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