Candles

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    Candles
    Melted candles cannot afford their much needed surgery

    As they witness their once firm bodies slip downward to their feet

    They cried wax tears as the light burned on the scalps of their heads

    Waiting ever so waiting upon darkness

    To have a chance to react to their newly formed bodies

    They bite their colorful lips as the torturers dance in the shadows

    by santiago

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    A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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