Quietly watching the small flame
Flicking back and forth frantically
With the slightest breath
The wax is dripping
Pooling down below
Soon the light will run out
The wick will burn
And the wax will melt away
If the candle is gone, child
What now shall light your path?
Feb 7, 2016
Feb 7, 2016 at 1:40 PM UTC
Quietly watching the small flame
Flicking back and forth frantically
With the slightest breath
The wax is dripping
Pooling down below
Soon the light will run out
The wick will burn
And the wax will melt away
If the candle is gone, child
What now shall light your path?
