Lit a candle in the rain
watched the spluttering spark fight it out
Cupped my hands around it
the warmth, however slight cradled my fingers
It brightened up the gloom
cast the shadows to a corner
It wasn’t a fight that was to be won
It wasn’t a struggle to survive
It was just a moment, a dim yet warming, wavering light
a flame to be treasured in its short span of life
Light a candle in the rain
you know it’s going to go out sometime soon
But then
you can always strike another match, right?
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