A Christian's Life
He lits a candle
for every weary souls
who travels to, fro.
the brighter its light
the more wax melts and drips down
in a gloomy night.
a stream of white
smoke will soon leave the wick,
in His hand it'll rests.
06feb2007 haiku
February 05, 2007
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