Candle flames at Eastertide
Spiral into a downward trail,
Straggle the ledge,
Clinging to the rocks of a cliff,
Until their dance is done.
“Every sunset is a crucifixion,”
Said the Priest in his robe,
Local poet/writer. ‘There is nothing noble in being superior to your fellow man; true nobility is being superior to your former self.’ E. Hemingway. All ©️DMM