Monday, October 25, 2021


©® Joanna Svensson

THE CANDLE

                           

If you light a candle

For another soul

When darkness has

Already swept his existense


Then that candle

Will burn for you

And sweep you as well

In its mantle of thankfulness


The bright and the good

Will always come

From the books of light

Out of the hidings of the universe


Where everything will

Reflects itself


Beause of good

Comes always good

Even though

You don't reflect


So I'm so glad

For being able

To light a candle

A light of hope


For a soul

A singel soul

Condemned by all

To eternal darkness!


©® Joanna Svensson

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