Nice day with bright sunlight,
Bad time to remember the cold dark days,
'Coz it doesn’t change any thing in my day,
Just that my shine would not be seen,
I remember how I used to be a candle,
Among hundreds of other candles,
Trying to keep you warm and shining,
In every coldness and darkness of your soul,
The more you made the room colder, darker,
The more I tended to burn brightly,
Knowing it shortens my time,
But all I wanted to keep you warm,
Brighten your day or night,
When the other candles went away,
You tried to light them up again and again,
Now I know you only would have felt the brightness, their colors,
Not the warmth,
Now I know, only me as a candle,
Could not brighten a single day,
But with out knowing it,
I tried to burn more and more,
With a happy smile of,
Seen your day time become brighter,
So you didn’t have to worry, about me,
Knowing that I would burn any way,
With out knowing the reason; why?
May be I did not carry the beautiful colors, in my flame,
Yes I understand that I would not,
Warm you enough, as a one candle,
But that cause is still my dream,
So I will burn out alone,
Knowing that you are here,
No more,
To care…..
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