A flame of candle,
so delicate and soft,
bestows its warmth,
and light in its purity.
The spiralling air
Kisses the glow of passion,
Darkness steals its beauty
and held in captive!
Gazing all the while,
I wear moment of delight,
with delicate amazement,
in a way never felt before.
The envision enlightened,
how soberly, a lit candle,
by melting its own substance,
is offering much for nothing..!
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