The candle

My Boy Ryngkhlem

The candle burns,

Flickering small,

Fighting the dark,

In a fleeting fall.

 

That's how we live-

Brief and blown in a blink.

Now the light is out,

The dark then takes about.

 

 

  • Author: My Boy Ryngkhlem (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 9th, 2025 06:24
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 17


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