When the gold gleaming cast shadows
On the sweeter air at night—
/
So quiet, just that flickering
On the windowsill
/
See it sigh
See the wax is running low—
/
I knew soon the light would die
So I kept vigil, just me in the soft dark
Jul 27, 2018
Jul 27, 2018 at 5:47 PM UTC
When the gold gleaming cast shadows
On the sweeter air at night—
/
So quiet, just that flickering
On the windowsill
/
See it sigh
See the wax is running low—
/
I knew soon the light would die
So I kept vigil, just me in the soft dark
Prompt: Write a poem about a candle melting, but do not use the following words: Candle, Fire, Melt, Burn
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