self

My Candle

My candle is short,
And the flame steady,
Leading to its demise,
Slowly but surely.

Throughout its life,
It illuminates the room.

Seeing its nearing end,
It sought to spread
Its scent to others,
So that even in its last flicker,
The fragrance would at least linger.

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