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Jul 2018
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
Yves C Sutherland
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Yves C Sutherland  19/M/VA
     Valsa George and Crow
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