Poetry

Light

I held my candle to the light.

And watched my light steal the night.

We became a dying sight.

As burning souls took flight.

 

I close my eyes and see the dark.

Without a soul, we are the dark.

She holds my hand and it is a start.

A little light leaves a mark.

-OM

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@smokendust

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