Poem; Candlesticks

Candlesticks

Candlesticks. Brass. Iron. One of wood.
On display, set just so, pretty enough,
but somehow lacking. No candles. No fire.
No light.

About this poem

Without purpose, or meaning, or love, the most beautiful life is….. lacking.

Tom

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