Candles

Candles lit

Wind gust

An open window

And us inside

 

The cold from outside

Flooded inwards suddenly

With continuous bursts

And the candles lit

 

The fury of the elements

Because of our carelessness

Perhaps our hurry

Kept punishing the candles

 

And the flames went out

In a breath they expired

The persistent wind blew

Until the light died out

 

But the bed remained intact

With its own bright light

Which was the empowered

With what challenged the elements

 

You and I together in that room…

 

©Carlos di Paulo Zozaya

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