Dancing in the night, shimmering in the dark

the candle glows and shines with

swirls of scarlet and wisps of amber.

Watch it flicker and twinkle like a graceful ballerina,

watch it burn bright and strong against the shadows,

spreading joy and hope and compassion,

sharing its warmth and light,

but also watch it struggle and fight against the swirling wind,

until the wick is all but burnt up and only a cinder remains.

Watch the hands cup the dying spark,

watch him struggle to keep it alive,

a breathless blow.

Watch the swirling smoke tendrils that is left in its wake

as it dances across the starry night.


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