A Delicate Candle In The Wind
A brave force.
A candle in the wind, fighting against the storm,
Its delicate flame dances, steadfast and warm.
In the face of tempest’s might, it flickers and sways,
Defying the chaos, illuminating the haze.
A beacon of hope in the darkest of nights,
Guiding lost souls, igniting their inner light.
Though the winds may howl and the rain may pour,
The candle persists, its radiance evermore.
With fragile resolve, it defies the odds,
A symbol of resilience, against all façades.
In its gentle glow, courage finds its way,
A steadfast reminder to never dismay.
The storm may rage, with thunderous might,
But the candle’s flame, it continues to ignite.
Its flickering glow, a testament to grace,
In the midst of chaos, it holds its place.
A candle in the wind, a symbol of hope,
With unwavering faith, it learns to cope.
It teaches us resilience, in times of despair,
To shine our light, no matter how unfair.
For in the darkest hours, when shadows loom,
A candle in the wind can still banish the gloom.
Its gentle warmth, a solace to embrace,
A reminder that love and light can’t be erased.
So let us be like the candle, strong and bright,
In the face of adversity, standing upright.
With unwavering spirit, let our flames burn strong,
A beacon of hope, when things go wrong.
For even in the wildest storms we face,
Our candles in the wind hold their grace.
Fighting against the tempest’s furious roar,
They remind us to endure, to shine even more.
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