Life is short.
One never knows when the time is burnt.
The flames that were once aglow,
now ends, wax melting low.
The fire lit for the duration of life,
ablaze creating memories daily with love,
withers away when flames are blown.
Like a wind,
blowing the flames instantly without being warned.
Another flame of the candles vanishes into thin air.
At times, creating a sudden shock within familiar faces.
Creating a somber mood,
filled with indescribable thoughts of such untimely occurrence.
That death is never predictable,
rather it can be untimely or within it's own reasonable time frame.
1110-1130
© SHEJOY19
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