In the shore my feet are washed by the sand,
Weary and in deep solitude I gaze
I run to chase its maze
But it vanished long before my reach.
The last candles slowly burns
The bright orange light slowly turns,
Sprouting sparks throughout the night
Trying to keep fiery light.
The wax slowly immerse
And words simply run out of verse,
Twisting and turning in flight
The smoke clinging to its height.
Wind carries the smoke to a distant
Far beyond my weary sight
Till it lives no more
and leaves a memory in the shore.
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