Swimming backwards, upstream,
A candle loses the flame.
Wax deformed, water soaked,
Crying out,
If a candle could cry.
No fire to wield,
Powerless flare.
Be different little candle,
Get out of the water.
Upstream, downstream,
It isn’t your place.
You are your own flow.
Iridescently illume,
Your brilliant fire smile.
Only by the wildfire,
Will you ignite again.
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