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The Candle Dies Every Night…

Every night I light a candle,
With a hope still flickering inside…
The days passing by
The weeks passing by,
The months passing by,
The years passing by…
The pattern of the flame is the same.
The flame flickering and changing hues,
From yellow, blue and white,
In the same old dull and dark lonely night…
The candle dies and melts into the dark,
Leaving a sobbing heart and on my soul an everlasting mark…


© 2012 Pimmi Nag