The Candle
THE CANDLE
The candle
Burning like my anger.
Shining like a sun.
Standing like a tree,
And enlightening the dark,
He Pour his tears like creamy,
For looking the place so dark,
Burning was your destiny,
Fire was your life,
Light is your dream,
Air was your nature,
Heat is your power,
Water is your enemies
And wind was your grave,
Blow off is your fare were,
And bye is the ending.
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