The little flame dancer
sitting upon
a wax podium
Dances all day
and all night
until by luck, chance or might
The little blazing ballerina
burns out
without a fight
Like a dark shadow
in the darkest
of night
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4 comments:
I liked how you discribed a candle as a dancer!
Great poem! I like how you said that the candle danced.
I really like the way you put in rhyme, to make it flow.
It’s great how a poem could all most be anything! LOVE IT!❤️❤️❤️
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