Fading Away
I watch the wisps of smoke rising from the single, flickering flame from my only candle,
My last source of fading light.
The strands of shadowy smoke whirl around each other,
Singing a song,
Dancing a dance.
Each twist, each turn,
Left an impression on the next,
Leaving a reminder of what was once there.
Softly blowing out the dwindling candle,
Hearing the whispers of yesterday fade away,
I’m left with the memories,
And the lonesome darkness.
My last source of fading light.
The strands of shadowy smoke whirl around each other,
Singing a song,
Dancing a dance.
Each twist, each turn,
Left an impression on the next,
Leaving a reminder of what was once there.
Softly blowing out the dwindling candle,
Hearing the whispers of yesterday fade away,
I’m left with the memories,
And the lonesome darkness.
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