Candle-Blowers (Di-Meter Version 2)A Poem by B-poet
Our living lights
Are the eyes of A future now Held high to fly Should be set free Like caged dreams seen Blowing in the Wind's trivial Reality A flaring wick's Melting candle Wax for our souls Must make it past An on-going Plethora of Well-wishers now Willing to be Posers waiting In a welcomed Covetous line Of classless masses Wanting to grasp Beloved perils Blown from vagrant Candle-Blowers
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