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Lit Candle Flickering
The cool touch of winter frosted the window
the candle's lit wave washed over the glass
in a sheen of droplets
like pristine show flakes
and the whisperer drew down to remark
on the weather and
suddenly the visions-remained
no where to be seen...
Why now? - there was no window
the glass merely concrete slabs and
the droplets coarse sweat on my brow.
poem
by
Candice Renae Williams
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