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Candles
Where the ravens split the night
With her mantle of weeping flames
Bleeding their hearts of unheeded plight
To feed rivers where the Lost set sail
I will wait for one line of good morrow
With my delusion breeding sight of lavender candles
That glow between our whispers
And fade slow as dawn reaches
To caress my sorrow
With the blooms I would have sent thee.
Roses now teardrops
As the dread season shifts before me
And I kiss my pillow good night.
With her mantle of weeping flames
Bleeding their hearts of unheeded plight
To feed rivers where the Lost set sail
I will wait for one line of good morrow
With my delusion breeding sight of lavender candles
That glow between our whispers
And fade slow as dawn reaches
To caress my sorrow
With the blooms I would have sent thee.
Roses now teardrops
As the dread season shifts before me
And I kiss my pillow good night.
Published 16th Nov 2015
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