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Red tulips whisper a warm welcome. The candle is lit, its flame dances to our breath. Light and shadows perform a magical play on the wall. Time stops while life is lived. The candle consumes itself in tears of deep devotion. The flame’s last flicker meets the tulips’ gaze. Eyes wide open now, they tell a story of merging souls, of burning candles and of love. |
Red tulips whisper
a warm welcome.
The candle is lit,
its flame dances
to our breath.
Light and shadows
perform
a magical play
on the wall.
Time stops
while life is lived.
The candle consumes
itself in tears
of deep devotion.
The flame’s last flicker
meets the tulips’ gaze.
Eyes wide open now,
they tell a story
of merging souls,
of burning candles
and of love.
Love, Margherita
Thank you yoko for bringing back this beauty.
Thank you yoko for finding this beauty in the archives. makes me think of Christmas candles.
...The candle consumes
itself in tears
of deep devotion...
