ABOOKWITHBEA EXCLUSIVE: A Poem by Leena Ceraveeni

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The candle of the day burns,

my writing melts in the rain.

Candy ribbon mixes with the scent,

the pages of my notebook are pain.

The window and door close,

my mind inevitably wanders inside.

Extracts separate from the artificial,

the pages are compellingly wide.

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