I can't light the candle
resting in my heart,
seldom my mind dares
summons her name,
candle illuminates
my heart palpitates,
if i don't tranquil
wax melts to hurt me;
to burn me,
i still have that candle
resting in the seat of my life
and seldom seldom it gleams
when my mind dares.
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