Steady Light
Even the smallest flame carries warmth.

Joy is in the little things.
π―οΈβοΈπ
I tread the frost-caked streets
Window panes bathed in snow
Unwrapped gifts, stacked and neat
Flame in hearts aglow.
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A forgotten candle in pitch dark
Its wick stays true, aflame
Its pure light, a burning spark
Remains untouched, the same.
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The flame, it burns, light aglow
Shines on life's small joys β
Chocolate muffins, soup on a stove
A child's warm, soft toys.
πππ
Beauty beholds in little bites
In life's treats, though small;
In a toy, a shirt worn right
In simple smiles, for all.
π―οΈπ«π€
A single candle in the dark
A steady flame, small, but sparks.
π―οΈπ«π€
For Mikeydred's December Prompt
And Vocal's The Last Flame challenge
About the Creator
Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin
Hi, i am an English Language teacher cum freelance writer with a taste for pets, prose and poetry. When I'm not writing my heart out, I'm playing with my three dogs, Zorra, Cloudy and Snowball.
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