Her life, much like candle wax,
melts one day into another,
dripping into a puddle upon the floor.
Her flame once burned brightly,
as friends gathered around her
and she fed them with her humor.
Now, much too busy,
they have little time to share,
so she curls up with her memories,
warmed by the candlelight of her youth,
and relieves her yesterdays.
Cheylin
(c) 2007
Originally Posted On Site: 2007-09-24 15:28:23
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