An infant enters the world like a lit
candle that is warm and soothing, even
the sun is insignificant, for the newborn's
light shades its magnificence. But when the
darkness perceives the flame that is burning,
it will turn the wax to fumes.
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good u speak of birth and death we all hanker to know about death but birth we know so read my latest poems they will spark ur candles ad thank and comment it will love cement