With Candles

I wonder now…

The candle burned within her hand,

The scent of winter season –

I loved her; she’d no use for me,

But with some reason

 

The way that I remember things,

I was the one aggrieved;

I wonder now if my recall should really

Be believed

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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