Fleeting flickers, fervently found,
Flames that flare, fiercely abound,
Fiery fingers, fervidly frame,
Flickering flames, forever the same.
You are the candle before my tombstone,
Trepidation trembles, time has flown,
Tears that trickle, tumultuous gloom,
Thoughts that travel, to the impending doom.
© VishalDutia
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