June Poems

a whisper and a little brush of the wind, right by my neck

the sway of the leaves and the howling of the night wolves

buried under huge layers of heavy flannels,

even though we know it’s all just a dream

I saw that flicker of that bright burning candle,

a bit of hope in a bleak universe

so since I now know how beautiful life can be

I might just capture that candle and keep it as my own

because as the crow flies high above the skies

I wait patiently for another candle to shine

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