A Poem a Day

During the year 2015 I have chosen to take on a challenge to write a poem everyday. I will try to put them all here everyday.


282. October 9th

A wisp of grey smoke rises

Slithering like a snake upwards.

Beneath it lies a flame on top of the candle,

A light in the dark room.


From this small flame everywhere is light,

Its light spreads like a disease.

A gasp of wind almost snatches its light,

But it will take more to extinguish it fully.

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