A Candle's Life
The waxy candle burns softly,
giving tender light to the darkened room.
Slowly, drops fall onto the brass holder,
predicting this frail light's doom.
A small halo of warmth shines
through the ghostly air's bitter chill.
Wisps of shadows are chased away
by the small flame's unyielding will.
The bleeding candle sways merrily,
as it feels the kiss of wind.
The fire drop dances to living music,
its brief life drawing to an end.
Darkness prevails in the early hours,
yet a life was touched by one light.
One small candle can change the world
by choosing to burn bright.
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