The Candle Poem by Jennifer Birchall
The Candle
On the old wooden mantle
Stood a candle, tall and slender
The layers of wax perfectly formed
A slight breeze from the open window
Sees it dance to it's own merry tune
It's been burning for some time now
A door slams shut, out it goes
But the wick still glows
It just takes a small spark
The flame will light up the room
Like the moon in the night sky
A door slams shut, out it goes But the wick still glows It just takes a small spark The flame will light up the room Like the moon in the night sky... Fine thought.... thanks
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7/31/2025 5:44:39 PM # 1.0.0
People feel the light but never think about the pain of candle. A perceptive little poem.... appreciated.