Life's like a sawdust candle blown away in a whisp...
The more you try to move your numb fingers towards them...
the more do you run away from its flame...
The candle lit to life is nothing but a burning flame of love's saga untold...
As you touch them with the tiptoes of a tender hand they flicker away in the dark to catch upon the gibberish wind to knock at its dusty door...
The life full of light is lost in its worldlyness and wants to run away with the weather into shadowy lands where dense claws of unknown nature would fail to bring a shiver down her spine...
Cheeks turned red in a moment of anguish will then be liberated to a soul beyond the rising and...
....a shadow will be cast upon her moonlit face on this gentle night....taking the first step to the world of niggards she would be riding on a goal to free the misers to let fire roar among the destiny's horizon to see a new era rising within the garden of Ulysses to let the buds play out in bloom and touch the beauty of flame....
