Jun 2015
a candle’s small flame;
a quiet star, flickering,
dimming in my sky.
many light-years were wasted.
wax melted; beacons in-vain.
a quiet star, flickering,
dimming in my sky.
many light-years were wasted.
wax melted; beacons in-vain.
For yet another prompt on allpoetry.
