Monday, 29 March 2010

The flickering candle

Daunts me to know there is no peace
while that cinnamon candle is lit,
the startle it provokes on weary hearts
isn't compared to the freight on weak minds.

For many centuries it is told
that the flickering candle is as it stands
whereas all men have grown old
never the candle lost its flaming hands.

Seconds go by between its shivers
and everyone thinks it's its last goodbye
but everyone is wrong and in quivers
because the candle lingers on and on
and no one seems to know why.

All the people who tried to blow it away
even brought auxiliary tools to get it done,
but as their lives strangely started to decay,
they gave up; it's impossible to shut down the Sun.

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