Candle Flame

 

Concrete Poetry

spark of hope, 

so thin and 

bleak; the pale 

luminous streak, 

filling her heart 

with immense warmth; 

a solace amidst the dark 

abyss she was consumed 

by; instilling a belief 

in miracles; lending 

a form to divinity 

and purity. 

And, 

the golden hues with a tint of 

blue, making her heart flutter 

with every little faint flicker.

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