THE CANDLE
The silence of wood
The snow coloured ash
melting
Both are the same
I see one, it sees me
I ask the snow
Its breath grins blackness and then calms
I'm sorry, little one
I'm sorry to be demeaning
I'm sorry I couldn't give you more than a few bottles of water
The silence of her sell
"Would you like to buy a watch?"
Polite, sincere, not desperate
Tuesday 15th August 2017 5:27 pm
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