Life on Earth is like a burning candle:
When the flame dies, there's one to rekindle;
While it stands, we see our youthfulness,
Shedding light and melting as time passes;
And while the top is away from the base,
Exude what brightness your clever mind says,
For a strong wind might blow one of these nights
And douse your fire and other candlelights,
Lest a faithful moth might become astray,
Groping, and then taking her life away.
The time she rests on a leaf in heaven,
She'd thank you for the glow you have given,
Just like the greatest poets in this world,
We can see their wit through each written word.
12/31/2011
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a very good image has been portrayed, well said and well captured.