Selfish are the flames of the candles,
They don’t want to share their light.
They are waiting for miracles,
In the coldness of the bitter night.
The light will come,
When it suits them.
They are giving,
When they are receiving.
Bare the light for those who wish to seek it,
Hold the hand of darkness and bring it into the light.
Aug 12, 2019
Aug 12, 2019 at 9:27 AM UTC
Selfish are the flames of the candles,
They don’t want to share their light.
They are waiting for miracles,
In the coldness of the bitter night.
The light will come,
When it suits them.
They are giving,
When they are receiving.
Bare the light for those who wish to seek it,
Hold the hand of darkness and bring it into the light.
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