A candle burns and melts away
its stately form transforming
but to a fleeting memory
of warmth and welcome glowing
All earthly forms one day descend
into the soil below
to follow cycles set of old
as seasons come and go
Though candles and all forms of life
soon end or ebb away
new candles and new life ascend
to herald a new day.
Beautiful poetry, a metaphor on life and death, absolutely astounding. Rated 10+
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I would like to translate this poem
Sounds like a New Year poem. I like the title A candle burns and the beginning line is catchy.