Che posso fare?
My words, or others' words that I like. Namaste.
Saturday, December 18, 2010
Wickless candles
Fall leaves me barren
like dry petals dangling
from dehydrated roots
Wax drips off me
and down me
and into every pore
With all that I am,
I want to want.
Courage doesn't find me
and thus I am left
Empty with longing
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