The Candle


The light is near but where is it the light is close but how close the light is there but where is the light searching around the caves and canyons of the world to find a light but when I find this light what happens what does it do what will I achieve for finding this light the sound of my feet hitting the ground the tapping sounds increases and I slow down my pace to see a gently sweet crimson and orange candle burning in the distance. Is this the light I was looking for the light I fore seek I start running my pacing quickens I start panting I get closer to the Beauty’s of the candle I look inside the smell of autumn leaves consume me the smell of the candle was the key the world around me starts to lighten up all this time I thought I was alone like they say my mind does tricks on me but not my smell because it will always guide me home

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