Illumination;
I am a candle
Brightly
shining in the dark; weeping and restless
Containing
the heat; enduring further the light
My wick seem
to prove its purpose; eclipsing a diminish
As I radiate
my light so earnestly; My body wears, ageing, melting
Light I give
so profusely; Given freely with nothing in return
Welcoming the
clear path; while my strength still lasts
~macdeuz (lifted from my OneNote)
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