"Inspired by a flicker"

An open empty canvas,
it sits by the candlelight,
adjacent to a bottle.

Spirits provoke an outpouring,
canvas becomes cluttered,
the ambiance provides emotion.

Verse after verse,
till the bottle runs dry,
your thirst now quenched.

A puddle of wax ,
a canvas full of soul,
is all that is left ...sitting in the dark.

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The leaves hung like rusted steel

It was more than just an Autumnal feel

These were moments for me to heal

This was when life got in my face and was real

Recognition of beauty which is inevitably dieing

Even those rusted steel leaves close to death were hanging on....
and still trying