A candle has many forms.

Curiosity exploring a dark place,

Spooking the eyes with it's erratic dance

A holy gateway fighting the darkness,

Burning bright to show the way.

A raging passion,

Spreading love and creating atmosphere.

A last hope,

when the light dies, so will survival.

A quiet lullaby.

calming the turmoiled soul and encouraging reflection.

Such a small element has more power than the greatest king.

This poem is about: 
My community
My country
Our world
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