By which poets Wright. Stoking the flame That passes from torch to torch. Using a dim flame to cook at night. Feeding this fire with all I got, my love, my need burning bright. My only companion is a flicker By which poets wright.
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This poem only available on Stories SpaceEnveloped in the midnight velvet,Breezes sneaking through the pane,Breathing on the threadbare curtains,Whispers call me through the rain.Orange glows of street lamps shiningFill the air with silent cheer,But still...
Little candle burn so bright holding back the starry night But if I were to blow you out Would I have cause to scream and shout? For the night is safe and withholds the light Of painful memories and spite But all too soon the night starts to fade Caused b...