Submissive white curtains
Follow the lead to an erratic Dance.
Slithering against its’ partner’s rhythm,
Welcoming it inside,
To Duel the vulnerable flame.
Invisible-Unmaleable-Immortal-
Whose temperment ever sways.
Its’ power Immeasurable,
Yet it bears no mass.
It carries the sand with Indifferent palms.
Over the fate of our fire.
To struggle against it is a losing battle,
However determined.
If the fickle wind never Grows,
The flame will skip an untimely Death-
But the wax will surely melt away-
One Day.
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