life´s circle

 

We all burn our candle

Some slow, some fast

Sometimes, the flame flickers

Sometimes, it blasts


 

Our candle’s flame shines

Light into the dark

Once the candle is gone

It leaves no mark


 

But the light moves on

To another flame

For yet another chance

In the same old game

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