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| Vladimir Kush, Burn, Burn My Candle |
the holy living glow of the flame
you were born of the brightness of the Sun on the sea,
the first star of the evening in the disappearing sky
I wasn't looking for anything, I didn't
choose which light
you could even say that my life was
clamped shut and the world,
I had no knowledge of it
only of my narrow fears
The Sun brought you
when I was sitting under the bare magnolia tree
waiting for the Spring.
I was afraid but I fought
my eyes had become clouded and I didn't notice
that wearing the night on your shoulders,
you had opened your arms to me
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