THE GLOW OF CANDLE...
In a factory I was made with wax and thread
People sell me as their trade
To buy their bread
I started my journey which was very funny
I was brought by many , with the exchange of penny
When the lights went out,
I was lit with a match, with a fire to catch.
Making man's life bright
I keep darkness away, turning night into day.
I burn and burn and glow.
As the wax of mine does flow
I burn through the night , making the room light.
Lovers date in my light
And try to catch each others sight.
In my beautiful light, their love does grow
Slowly ans Slowly I burn ,
I get nothing in turn ,
When my end came near
A new candle was brought and I was thrown out....
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