A flame flickers, uncertain, upon a candles wick,
Its mere existence, a precarious dance between light,
and dark
Its flame, softly glows,,,
A tango, yet in an instant, the dance is over
An encore of smoke, its final,
lingering mark

~~ Steve ~~

Written for: The Quickie Challenge
Hosted by: Kajuncutie / Myrna

By Poison_9901

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