2 November 2012
She lives like a candle at dusk, Flickering in the warm summer breeze, And casting soft shadows with a golden glow, Unnoticed, but relied upon in so many ways
She lives like a candle at dusk, Sending pearly smoke skyward in wreaths and boughs, And lighting only the small piece of world around her, But making it beautiful, all the same.
Candle At Dusk • Opuss № I