Hope

Thursday, January 5, 2012 by B.H.

Could I then just snuff out the flames –

Lest – at last my dewy eyes –

Extinguish my hopes –

Within ablaze, splendid flares –

Adorned on the candlewick

Could I then just efface your name –

Carved behind the solid black broken door –

Of my numb muse – and essence

Of crushed rose-scented liliaceous plants

Crimson-red with lacey rifts

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1 comments:

Anonymous said...: Nice write up; January 5, 2015 at 4:56 PM

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