Candle Flame
Concrete Poetry
A
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.
