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Jul 2018
When the gold gleaming cast shadows
On the sweeter air at night—
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So quiet, just that flickering
On the windowsill
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See it sigh
See the wax is running low—
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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
(19/M/VA)   
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