Candles Flame
Candles lit, the music played,
The flame did sway…
Not by breathe,
Nor finger play.
I watched it there,
A tender thing.
It never spoke,
Nor song to sing.
Beauty lit upon the wall,
Gave nothing back,
Yet proud and tall.
The wax it melts,
A symbol pass.
A flame does live,
Until its lasts.
A tear I cried,
Such simple thing.
It never wants,
Nor asks a thing.
Though can kill,
It sits so still.
Lights the world,
Or burns at will.
To warm, to heal,
To light, to see.
Wants nothing but;
A will to be.
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