Wedding Night Candles

my language, i wish it flows
a dawn glass of whisky
so light and gently gold
as the morning sun
on the heart and sight

my vocabulary, i wish
each comes away
a shade of a priceless
gemstone that keeps
my passion for life burning
like wedding night candles

poem by John Tiong ChunghooReport problemRelated quotes
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