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Engulfed...Afflamed...it grew...intense. With...tongue of fire...its life...commenced. Images...undulating...upon adjacent...wall... The flame...arises...then it...falls... In...Stoic majesty...it stands...uprightly... Projecting...its shadows...ever so lightly. Never...falters,,not even...slightly... Burning...consuming...nightly. Although...its melted wax...'tis spent...in flight... The dance continues,,throughout...the night... Soon...the...ashened wick...collects...with...residue The candle's...lit...the burn's...for...you... ©SEHarper Email.SEHarper SEHarper's Menu Princess Fée's Library |