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Your Irises' Cry
Those floating candles.
Passing by
along those steady streams.
A burning incense.
Dripping wax
upon those vanilla sticks.
Puddles now at their lids.
Dried to a still,
past burns are seen.
Passing by
along those steady streams.
A burning incense.
Dripping wax
upon those vanilla sticks.
Puddles now at their lids.
Dried to a still,
past burns are seen.
Published 2nd Dec 2018
Author's Note
A sad love poem about crying.
My poetry/short story website: www.gothicsurrealism.com
My poetry/short story website: www.gothicsurrealism.com
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