Seven billion candles
Meeting glowing everyone
Burning standing wishing
For one magical wand.
Candles are worried
Thinking shrinking bothered
Screaming searching hoping
For one cordless bond.
I think they are blind
Running panting hunting
Digging refusing
To see the Ark in the flood.
The earth is drenched
In the waters of love, I
Choose to burn-
To melt with you.
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