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Oct 2014
A single candle lights my room
at this early morning hour
flickering softly - chasing away the gloom
beautiful, delicate, a flower.

The stem a glowing ember
growing from an ever-widening pool
petals of red and orange
but an indescribable hue.

A sweet scent fills the air
bringing peace to my mind
this burden that I bare
will surely fade in time.
Holden León
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Holden León  United States
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