With gentle, blowing kiss
Depart quickly, relieve your claim.
The Candle wick,
yields to the flame.
Fluttering breeze come with flow,
Fiery cry to your previous glow.
Smoldering sigh;
darkness consumes,
the flame must die…
But within, a single ember thrives.
A mirror of I; struggle and survive.
Carving twilight with a surgical knife,
Once again casting; shadow of life,
Yearning to breathe existence,
Validity to dwell with continuation,
Freed,
from smoldering, smothering cage,
burn beyond, boundaries of own rage.
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