Candles lit
Wind gust
An open window
And us inside
The cold from outside
Flooded inwards suddenly
With continuous bursts
And the candles lit
The fury of the elements
Because of our carelessness
Perhaps our hurry
Kept punishing the candles
And the flames went out
In a breath they expired
The persistent wind blew
Until the light died out
But the bed remained intact
With its own bright light
Which was the empowered
With what challenged the elements
You and I together in that room…
©Carlos di Paulo Zozaya
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