What a wood figure, one that stands before my eyes
enticing encouragement, with an unlit lantern hanging in her hands
perhaps it's my job to light the fire
angel of hope
the angel has no face, maybe it better off this wooden figure has no eyes
so that her facial expression would not match mine
with a broken pride i believe that a fire is lit at the moment
kindling softly with an iridescent glow
waiting for me to come around again so the fire can burn faster
One day it will burn again with such passion, but not today
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