Watch the back and forth flicker,
the shadows further out are thicker.
The flame dances with the breeze,
two stepping and dipping with ease.
Stretching upward the tip to flame,
putting the candles height to shame.
Wax streaming to be piled below
it's melted, seen in the flames glow.
Pleasantly quieted the flame I see,
this another moment I feel free.
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Author:
Maplespal (Pseudonym) (
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