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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.
Maxim Keyfman Jul 2018
candlestick lying on the floor
and his candle goes by itself
and the fire swims
on the ceiling
under one's feet
under my eyes

ants got closer
they sing their song
the fire is no longer on fire
and my eyes are blue
go instead of him
under one's feet
under heaven

and today the time ran
everything became so chaotic
and time runs like a real runner
and the present runs away from the truth
but the truth and the present is not at all
never and never we have not been

25.07.18
alexa Nov 2017
wax
candle wax drips
onto my soft hands
burning through,
it seems

but after a while,
i do not flinch
for the pain has become bearable,
feels good, even.
Like every story
It was a dark night
A let candlestick
She was cinematic
He was magnetic
She pulled him in with words unsaid
He learned her face as if he was blind
Robes were undone
Green to go
The feelings grew
Like an arrow through the heart
She screams
Firing the trigger into his heart
He pandered for air
She turned to dust
He clenched her close
Drifting away
They realize
How long
This
alluring
Burring
Moment
Has finally come

— The End —