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white candle
dripping wax
of a white candle
forms a terrain of my dream
the ocean shore made of my tears
and fears
the sun is the light that burns in my soul
and the clouds are my temperament
and my mind is god
constant travel,constant movement
flashing pictures of a moon
depicts an animated force
that drives the mystic
splinters from my walking stick
i pick up a stone
to throw
on the throne
of dark sorrow.
of a white candle
forms a terrain of my dream
the ocean shore made of my tears
and fears
the sun is the light that burns in my soul
and the clouds are my temperament
and my mind is god
constant travel,constant movement
flashing pictures of a moon
depicts an animated force
that drives the mystic
splinters from my walking stick
i pick up a stone
to throw
on the throne
of dark sorrow.
Published 21st Mar 2012
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