A Burning Candle
The year 2020 went by in the blink of an eye. The same thing happens to your shadow, which vanishes along with the sky's gloom. For the first time ever , I believed that I had finally discovered light. Turns out, I actually discovered a dim lantern that needed help. How am I supposed to take the joy in your eyes and your sadness? I hand over my last flame to you. I let its rays heal you. As if by seeing you happy, I glow along. You can count on the fact that I'm happy we met. Tell tales of wounds that have left you heartbroken. It was no use pretending to be someone else when I was with you. I accept your wounds and you accept who I am. the days that we spend traveling. Bintaro-Senayan with their endearing twinkles. Isn't it lovely? We are holding hands because we are afraid of losing each other. I still remember our conversation about life in November. Also, those bedtime tales you told me when I was scared. My palm is still marked by the warmth of