Stick of Art

Drip drop The light is ignitedDrip drop A puddle forms, a pool of art Drip drop Forms swiftly changing Drip drop Dew on the grass Drip drop Falling, swirling leaves Drip drop The flickering shape of whimsical creatures Drip drop Tall cathedrals wreathed in butter Drip drop Expensive chandeliers made of glass bits Drip drop The palette shrinks, the wet paint sliding away Drip drop I watch my candle melt Drip drop And I dream  

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