For When I Am
Peter R.T. James
Candle, Candle, burning brightly
Fragile flame is floating down
Wick of dark and waxes flowing
Your peaceful smile reveals my frown
No power of darkness can ever do
What I may with a single breath
Awakened with a spark enchanted
Light my world with your death
Copyright © Peter R.T. James
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Notes
Age 17. A rainy new city.
Thinking about Life.
Read about it here.