Poetry

Dewdrop (#1165)

A dewdrop comes with a sparkle of flame,
The drop rolls down the side of white,

Changing form, clear to white, it is no longer the same,
Candle wax is always such a curious sight,

If the flame is not attractive to the eye,
Perhaps it is the wax that calls out,

The burning wick gives a slight whine or cry,
As it burns wax rolls a good amount,

The light a candle gives it unique,
There we ask questions to the answers we seek.

Any Thoughts?

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