The white burning candle,
Standing in the dark.. on its own,
trying to illuminate everything around,
albeit the darkness has persistently grown.
It is aware that it is alone,
while the darkness around it is vast
It is devoted to being lit,
even as its existence melts fast
But is it really a candle?
Or is it the flame of hope?
That tries to hang on in times of despair,
and tries to cling on to that last bit of rope.
It keeps burning still,
battling the known and the unknown,
all hidden in the darkness around.
It shrinks in size,
with its head held high,
still believing that it is glory abound.
Standing in the dark.. on its own,
trying to illuminate everything around,
albeit the darkness has persistently grown.
It is aware that it is alone,
while the darkness around it is vast
It is devoted to being lit,
even as its existence melts fast
But is it really a candle?
Or is it the flame of hope?
That tries to hang on in times of despair,
and tries to cling on to that last bit of rope.
It keeps burning still,
battling the known and the unknown,
all hidden in the darkness around.
It shrinks in size,
with its head held high,
Beautfiul.
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