Based on the NYT’s Creativity Challenge #2
The candle scatters gold overnight,
But I never believe it might reach home
I once saved devotion (now a trampled desert) under aches,
If I ever hold the impossible again
I might reach
The fine stream of hope
Folded deep inside.
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I love the crescendo of this poem!