Transcend Poem by Jibrael Jos
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Candle flame danced
Till its dying breath
In love and gratitude
For the melting wax.
But the match that died
Giving them life
Was forgotten
and burnt to ash.
Will I live a life
with a fire in me
willing to
burn and melt.
A wisp of smoke
Is the dying breath
of a flame
That lived a life well.
So when I transcend
to smoke one day
I hope my children will have
warm stories to tell.
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So when I transcend to smoke one day I hope my children will have warm stories to tell