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Life is like the light of a candle.
It dims and brightens until it's blown out.
And it is surrounded by darkness and darkness alone.
Although the candle is surrounded by night.
The light it gives off gives it a fight.
But it all depends on whether that light is strong or not.
And if that light is not strong.
Then it will be the guide for another with fight.
But soon that light will wither away.
And become weak and die.
But all candlelights will die, I will not lie.
And darkness will fill the night.
But the memory of the candlelight shall never be forgotten.
- Title: The Candlelight
- Artist: Matoro993
- Description: This is a poem I created for the memory of my grandpa. May his soul rest in peace.
- Date: 10/20/2008
- Tags: candlelight
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- DestroyerOfLove - 10/21/2008
- flow issues and grammar issues - started really strong tho
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