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Apr 2010
That’s what he does
He takes a match
Out of the box
It’s a fresh pack
And then it lights up
The candle must be near by
The candle is near by
The candle is yearning
To be alive and to stay alive
And so the boy
Gets a match
Lights up the candle
But , no one was there
Like a cameraman
He watches and observes
As the flame of the candle
Disintegrates
Ashes murk up the lighted area
Its easy to forget the flame
When it could have burned forever
And as long as the boy has a candle
A wick and a box of matches
This candle will burn
Written by
Tal Shavit
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