Moody Words

white-pillar-candles-4x4-unscented-cotton-wicks-3_260If I gaze upon the flame
will it’s light grow dim
or, my own from neglecting
of its passion.

I toss all cares
into the wind
watch them curl
unfurl again
then,
rise up once more
to soar.

Words
never grow old
and die
only blood ends its line
in not so sterile rooms
and on not so sterile beds

and, this is but one mood
through a day that is just
the same as many
but,
not the same
as any.

~*~

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Just some words which wanted to be written. Moods.

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Author: Daydreamer

I live on a beautiful island in Atlantic Canada.