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Words of a Melting Candle…

I woke from a heavy slumber upon being lit again. A mere stub now… That stature and pride of youth gone, but leaving behind like molten wax trickling down my wintry body, the illumination of wisdom that comes with time and a lifetime of service. Would you like to hear a dying light’s flickering words… Continue reading Words of a Melting Candle…

Ishaisms

Broken

There will be poemsand lots of it toocrude-like from thisamateur's penMadwomantrying to make senseof loss, loss and lossBut it is also truethat the pain will enda slow, painful death a gradual processuntil, the finalnight descendsand the spell is broken Leaving what? We'll find out