A candlelit dinner of food for thought
A page a chapter a woven wick of wicker
Filled with plunder under flames that flicker
By a dying flame I call her name
Wisdom written from the page within
A candlelit dinner of food for thought
The ingredient to my sentiment on my table of content
Acknowledgement, entrapment, a forbidden fruit
A Para graphed hyperbole
At the pinnacle of your plots parabola
A finite melody of linguistic numerology
I am the minstrel of your inner G
Feed me with wisdoms grace
Melt the wax of my darkness
Ill read your taste as my wax drips
On your sentence to set free my ignorance
Candling with her highness…
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