By Shawn Marc B. Carreon
A flame that’s still and so at ease,
It gazes back with warmth so free,
As It echoes with poignant positivity,
Although, the winds shake at its fragility.
It felt like an earthquake, where the candle has fallen,
A sight to see, I ran calling for life,
Holding the candle with dear life,
Hoping my warmth can reignite her eyes.
As I stood by her side, embers were seen,
Tears that flowed like wax from the heat,
Her eyes were pitch black, falling so deep,
Her candle lit eyes drowned in despair that reaps.
Although it has fallen, it can be steady,
No matter the tragedy, her fire is ready,
Surrounded by walls where nothing can come,
The candle shall stand with her flame that’ll last ’till time.**
