A candle is lit
Sparkling bright
Burning desires
In the twilight
The melting wax
Liquefying emotions
A drop of sweat
A silent transformation
The flickering fire
Sweetening the pain
The disturbing air
And the pouring rain
The wax melts away
The slender stick vanishes
And the story begins
Of surrenders and sacrifices
Time elapses
And finds lost ecstasy
The Candle moulds itself
To fulfill his fancy
The 4-Hour Workweek – Book 32 Review
5 years ago
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