Flame Of Candle

Flame Of Candle short poem

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When darkness conquers your world which was once filled up with light,
when you are knocked down a thousand times ,
still you are ready to fight .

At the very stage of life you need a flame of candle to guide the way
which burns out the fear of being lost and will pull you forward instead of pushing you away .

A flame of candle which will light up a little world around to encourage your spirit ,
because life is not a limited bound .

A flame which turns out to be like a part of life , like always with you
then no matter whether you smile or strive .

But , make sure you remember those
who stood by your side ,
when you were in need .
who helped you out when you were helpless ,

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