Candle

Watching the candle.
Watching it burning.
The candle is like my life.
From the first moment
meant to be dying.
Knowing that there soon
will be an end.
Lightening the dark.
But alone.
And alone the candle has not the power
to fight back the darkness, the shadows, the night.
Together they are strong
like we are
but life is so short.
The candle’s as well as mine
are nothing to eternity,
are nothing to time.

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