The Candle
The flickering of the flame
Seems to hypnotize me...
My plans, my hopes, my dreams
Seem to melt away and pool at the bottom
Just like the melting wax that slowly drips
Down the sides of the candle.
As I stare into its yellowish flame
I try to see my future, some happiness
But all I see is the flame getting smaller
Ready to be snuffed out with a single blow.
:::::whooosh:::::
Gone is the flame, along with my dreams
Blown away like fires in a raging wind
Leaving behind golden embers.
~Whisper~
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