I experienced a flicker once.
It was like a candles flame.
Slow at the start,
then burned very brightly
Many call it love,
I guess I would too.
Just like a candle's flame,
it was beautiful.
Then, just like a soft breath,
the flame went out.
A spark was left.
But then,
just like some loves,
the spark died.
Until another day,
when the candles flame will be rekindled.
By Kristy Lozanski
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