I held a candle
Blew across the white hot flame
Hoping for a boon

This flickering light
Mesmerizing; I forgot
The wish, unspoken

Rebirth and faux death
Exhale, then prime the taper
The circle of light
I held a candle
Blew across the white hot flame
Hoping for a boon

This flickering light
Mesmerizing; I forgot
The wish, unspoken

Rebirth and faux death
Exhale, then prime the taper
The circle of light
A trip through life with fingers crossed and eternal optimism.
Doing the best I can with what I have
kind of sad, but not so bad with cheese. cheese not provided.
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Lovely words Lesley x
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Thank you, dear Shey.
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You are more than welcome. Aye a pleasure to read you words.
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A delightful set
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Thank you!
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