Candles, steadfast beacons in the darkened void,
Their mild, flickering flames gently chase away the night’s cold embrace,
Shedding a warm, golden glow that dances across the room,
Illuminating every corner with a soft, comforting light,
Leading us through the enveloping gloom with a serene and gentle will,
Guiding our steps, soothing our fears, as shadows retreat in their presence.
In the hushed whispers of the night, candles stand as silent sentinels,
Their flames, like tender guardians, banish the fears that lurk in the dark,
Each wick alight with the promise of hope and the warmth of the day’s memory,
The scent of melting wax and the subtle crackle of burning threads,
A symphony of soft sounds that fill the quiet with a sense of peace,
As the dance of shadows on the wall tells tales of ancient times,
And in the glow of the candlelight, we find a moment’s respite,
A sanctuary from the world’s relentless pace, a pause to reflect and to be.
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Post time: Dec-30-2024