The Candle
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The candle was melting into wax
Slowly, slowly burning to a new life
The faint flicker trembled
At every gust of wind
And revived again
When the wind dropped down to a whisper
The darkness was dimmed by the tiny flicker
Fighting for its life against the rogue wind
That stole into the sleepy room
In connivance with half-shuttered window
Steady a moment
Wavering the next
The flicker rose and fell
To the beat of the wind
The candle was half its size
When the wind struck with might
The flicker swayed but regained its strength
As the candle collapsed on its side.
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