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The candle faded... |
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Master Senior Member
since 1999-08-18
Posts 1867Boston, MA 
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The morning stared into his face So weak and jaded The candle faded into haze The candle faded Upon his hands, dark stains of ink Transformed in color And blooming early, far from spring The nature hollered Outside the window, in embrace The winds debated The candle faded into haze The candle faded Behind his desk, in common stance So full of wonder His head was rested on his hands His soul in slumber Upon the hearth, his writings were Not even ashen The molten wax froze on the floor From last night’s passion Where tangled in a single gaze Two fates were braided The candle faded into haze The candle faded The silence crept into the room Quick and eternal Dim shades and shadows of his doom Fell on his journal The sun was rising in its place As if inflated The candle faded into haze The candle faded In memory of B. Pasternak ------------------ I fell in love and kept on falling [This message has been edited by Master (edited 10-11-1999).] |
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Master Senior Member
since 1999-08-18
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