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Flickering Flame

"What is life but a succession of preludes to unwritten words . . . " Quote by Constance La France Oil just few drops left; wick irrecoverably worn out; Wet match box; just a single stick; I strike, yet, with no doubt; Midst terrible tempests, torrential rains and thatch-roof-leak, Clings to a nook of that cracked chimney, survival seen bleak; I shield the flame; count the hour; will day, yet, before time dawn? Who will steal? What? With these thoughts I serenely sleep, fears gone...! 17 November 2022 WRITING CHALLENGE - ''V'' Forms Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Constance La France

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Date: 11/19/2022 8:43:00 PM
Dear Christuraj, intense emotions are so eloquently expressed and framed in this lovely poetry form.. I adore your last line.. a grand finale! Warmest wishes.. ~Susan
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Christuraj Alex
Date: 11/20/2022 7:25:00 AM
Thank you very much for your beautiful analysis.
Date: 11/17/2022 11:11:00 PM
I love this poem Alex! I was there striking that match and feeling all you wrote! Really enjoyed! Debx
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Christuraj Alex
Date: 11/20/2022 7:25:00 AM
Thank you very much for your beautiful analysis.