Tuesday, September 11, 2012

Candle-Flame

A death as small as a candle-flame's mocks the soul,
Smoke unstill and seperating, but seemingly whole
May lead us to wonder on others' memories once we're under,
But perhaps, unlead, it is better just to wonder.
People are too quick to assign a thing meaning.
Some times, some sights, are first meant for seeing.

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