I deem life as a white candle, when the wick is burnt it flares up and slowly the flame seems to fade before it constantly burns.
As the wax melts it flickers and changes its luminosity.
The flame attracts a moth like a good friends who remembers you only in summer
Sometimes the heat burns the moth into obscurity and other times the moth just forgets the flame when a wisp of wind blows out the flame,
It makes me wonder if the wind does a favor to the Moth or the candle.
Candles comes in colors, scented and moulds of shapes,
To ornate, to comfort and to light the dark
That’s exactly how people come!
I still prefer the stand alone white candle, whose purpose is to light,
As it burns out rather than fade away in the corner where it is lit.
Other candles just burns out its wicks and leaves behind the wax,
Only a reminder of its charm, which will be forgotten with time in the dark.
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