Candles
Candles
By Muriel Palanca
The wind
on my warm skin
is like God
blowing out birthday candles:
fleetingly infinite,
timelessly ephemeral.
It’s bliss
And all my wishes are coming true.
Candles
By Muriel Palanca
The wind
on my warm skin
is like God
blowing out birthday candles:
fleetingly infinite,
timelessly ephemeral.
It’s bliss
And all my wishes are coming true.