[photo at here]

The candle
is soundless
And the infinity
it creates reechoes
lost poems
I've forgotten since
I was a child

The simple ones,
The ones that matter.

The shadows
Flickering bodies in motion
Painted on my walls
With a tint of yellow...
Ah... That was your hair.
Like the sun at the day time
And Sky blue at night...
There is no day without night
I said.

I keep waiting for a sound
of Fire,
a taller than the rest
That motion of flickering bodies
Soundless because it's simple
Like when I was child
and I saw your hair
Yellow at day time
and Sky blue at night

Do you think it's stupid?
To wish for what's simple
And hurts and makes me laugh
Like night and day
And yellow and blue
Just want bodies that echoes
Flickering motions on my walls
of you and I



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