Chandlers

Chandlers
Hang from the ceiling
Perfect little
Crystalline shapes
Reflect light from within and without
Illuminating everything
No shadows lingering about
No lies
No decite laying naked and bare
Rays of light
A dazzling display of iridescent light bulbs
Shining through the chandler
With not doubts or marks
To indicate impurity

poem by Autumn Winds
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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