(poem) The Candle
When I've lost all hope
And don't know what to do
I can count on my candle
To always get me through
In the night its flame flickers
Beckoning sweet dreams
I lay my head on my pillow
And see many pretty scenes
Its sweet vanilla scent
Goes wafting through the air
Making my toes tingle
And making the flame flair
I touch it's smooth surface
As wax slides slowly down the side
I feel its pleasant warmth
I let the candle be my guide
As the morning comes
I blow the candle out
And wait in anticipation for the night
To bring the candle flame about
*2013- Bailey C. Writing
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