Literature
The Candle in the Wind
What started as a spark,
A gleam of radiant light
Chases out monsters of the dark
And burns softly in the night.
Who began life as a hopeful child,
A beam of luminous delight
Had dreams too far fetched and wild,
Passion blazed so ever bright.
And every day,
Brightens the world just a little more
Like a candle’s golden ray.
The old soul that longs for purpose
Is the flickering flame
That struggles against the wind.
Flickering, fluctuating, wavering,
But miraculously holds its ground.
It melts steadily and quick,
Dissolves and fizzles out,
Dying at the wick.
It doesn’t last the night,
But casts a lovely light.
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