A candle sputters at the death of night
It’s role near finished and it’s end in sight
The dark and cold gives way to morning light
The birds and waters of the day, new life
Bring about at dusty rays of first sunshine, the dawn
And there amongst the warmth does a candle die
Had done it’s night-time diligence with pride
A flame of hope gone out, when last it’s purpose sighed
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Reivax Camlost (
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Could be a metaphor for a simple life well lived. Nicely done.
Thank you, that was in fact what I intended. Feeback, always important.
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