As all her love had in her in dream
When stamped in rage reasoned saddened
Rousing her to reek of anger into tears sweetened
Tearing all her peace deterred impulse
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subhendu ' I am the candle in the wind exhausted beneath and beyond' Yours self-denying burning it is not useless, my fine friend... Sincerely, Tsira
such beautiful poetic imagery! the rain and the wind 'go well' with the candle.
yet another butiful piece of your thought........marvelously written and blended.....
Stunning words of her admiration Falling like rain in summer to the plexus slaked When you do exist absolute unseen as yet known I am the candle in the wind exhausted beneath and beyond - - - - -A lovely poem with fine poetic expression !