Life is but a candle.
For most, the candle will burn to its inevitable end;
for others, it will be snuffed out too soon.
Either way, the candle is finite.
And when the flame of life fades,
we are but a wisp of smoke —
an effluvium emanation;
of life’s fragility.
Oct 2, 2025
Oct 2, 2025 at 8:38 PM UTC
Life is but a candle.
For most, the candle will burn to its inevitable end;
for others, it will be snuffed out too soon.
Either way, the candle is finite.
And when the flame of life fades,
we are but a wisp of smoke —
an effluvium emanation;
of life’s fragility.
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