Watching the
dim, flickering
dancing light,
she wondered…
Should she blow
on the flame?
Should she let
it burn her fingertips…
Either way, she’d end up
in the dark.
Watching the
dim, flickering
dancing light,
she wondered…
Should she blow
on the flame?
Should she let
it burn her fingertips…
Either way, she’d end up
in the dark.
Cyranny's Cove 
Such a reflective poem! Amazing…
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Good ending!
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