The Candle Trusted The Flame
The candle trusted the flame,
So warm, so near, so bright.
It leaned into the dance of fire,
Believing it was light.
But love that flickers, fierce and fast,
Can scorch what seeks to stay.
Now wax runs down like falling tears,
The flame still sways,
while the candle melts away.
Soon the flame too will burn out,
For after we consume others,
So are we consumed.
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