The Flickering Flame
Has Its Own Dance
No Sound, No Music
But Still Mesmerising
A Beacon In A Shadow
Burning Brightly It Fades Embracing Darkness
A Message Left Behind
Hope Burns Eternal.
Watching the burning candle flame I am reminded of the impermanence of life. Like the fading of the flame so does our life. One never knows when the flame will be snuffed so it is better to appreciate beauty in present and cherish each moment but as I watch the burning candlestick I see hope despite it being consumed by fire it still continues to shine and illuminates the dark reminding that hope is always there even in dark to guide us through.
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Comments (3)
That was so profound and true. Loved your poemA
A different perspective Stari. Glad you saw the impermanence of life because everybody can't do that!
Interesting and delicious content, keep posting more.