Candlelight

A Haiku

By E. C. MiraPublished 3 months ago • 1 min read

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Wax drips like slow tears,

shadow mouths move on the wall

none of them are mine.

Haiku

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E. C. Mira

I’m a poet at heart, always chasing the quiet moments and turning them into words. Most of what I write is poetry, but every now and then inspiration pulls me in new directions.

www.poetrybyecmira.com

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