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Wax
I was a lump
and
I was moved and shaped
And I am made to perfection,
they say
I am slender
and I am tall
And I’m wicked away
sometimes
Till I’m nothing at all
I’m the image of what you want
Burning bright out
But don’t you worry.
Not in
But I hold tight
To my light, within
Even if it’s hidden
From your unasking eyes
I’m here holding tall
From your unasked assumptions
I feel less small
About the Creator
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Comments (2)
WOW. Way to describe wax. Amazing poem.
Great! Great work!