Kyrgiakos Punnilathil


Burnt Wick

The rain fell in drops thick and fast,
I was drenched, and shivered in the cold,
But the embers of a fire in my heart kept me warm,
And drove me. I was 20 years old.

'Tis a strange thing buying candles,
A symbol of hope and light.
For no matter how dark it gets,
It's flame could always make it bright.

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