There is a fragrant candle in my room
Don't you dare call me lonely!
Seasons came and went
And the insistent skies...
That's my walk there!
Trees have grown into it
Tooth and nail
Fangs and claws
Little room left for walking
I close in on the branches to breathe the distance
There is a fragrant candle in my room
Don't you dare call me lonely!
One of these days
I will grow into my path
My leafy palms know the trick
There I am
Where my two shadows meet on the glass
One which always proceeds
And the other which never fails to recede
I am the meeting point of a perpetual return journey
The candle burns and offers incense
In sense, it can never be lonely.
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