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Friday, November 23, 2012

On the brink


Candles dripping slowly
Ice melting away
A leaf clinging to a dying tree
Standing at the edge of a precipe.

Sunset fading into darkness
Wilting flowers, cradled in hope-weary arms
Gasping, desperately recalling, humming
The last strains of a beloved song.

Oh, Light of the night
From the brink of desolation, rescue me
Oh, Breath of a new day, ignite the distant embers
Lest I forget... why and how much I love you.

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