Monday, January 10, 2011

Flames

As the candle burns, it reminds me of her. How the fire reminds me of her. How she was so wild and untamed. If too untamed, she can do great damage then needed. But she was so gentle like single teardrops can destroy her. As I sit here watching her candle burn, I can only think of her. How her warmth kept us all together. How she was good for and at so many things. As I watch this candle burn for her, it reminds me of her. I miss her. But then I come to the sudden realization. All candles and flames have to burn out sometimes.
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2 comments:

  1. HiddenSecretsJanuary 12, 2011 at 4:14 PM

    nice whered u get the idea?

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  2. SydneyJanuary 12, 2011 at 4:37 PM

    My grandma passed and we had to do this thing at church where we light a candles for everyone had passed the previous.

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