Free
As an unlit candle
To be transformed
Drip by drip
And cover
The empty bottle
Of Vinho Verde
In the colours of
An April sky
Free
As a thought
That is kept unshared
So it may become
A once whispered
Name
When the empty bottle from Minho
Gets covered
In the colours
Of a summer night
Free
As a goodbye
In a train station
When all was said
When all was left
In the empty bottle
To hold a candle
Left unlit
Because the flame
Would make it drip
In silence
When the train
Goes
Into the mist
Of a
Winter night
July 13, 2020
© Vahé A. Kazandjian, 2020
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