I have a candle glowing

And hard is the wind blowing

To cut down the dark of night

I have to keep the silent rowing

I am afraid of my fragile legs

I have to do a stout showing

In the hope of a bloodless dawn

I have to make this bloody sowing

Could you be able to save my candle,

To burn away this undue bowing?

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Published by: Zainub Javed

A struggling med student. Sort of a writer. Kind of a poet. A little bit of an artist. I am everything you are not, like you're everything I'm not. Aren't we all make believing a little too much?

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