this is a sad tale,
on the day that marked my tenth year
on this ever-spinning ball of life,
on the table, sat a cake
in the similitude of book, shaped
'make a wish', they said,
I leaned over, all set,
my lips broke in tiny smile curves,
and the words streamed down like rain
from rusty rooftops
I made a wish,
and stared at the flame
dancing recklessly, beautifully,
on the tip of a yellow candle,
I told the candle flame I loved it
and killed it in the same breath
that night, I died with her,
every flicker of light in me,
like vapour in the wind,
found their way into oblivion
adieu, baby flame
#365DaysOfPoetry
#Pengician #SSA
on the day that marked my tenth year
on this ever-spinning ball of life,
on the table, sat a cake
in the similitude of book, shaped
'make a wish', they said,
I leaned over, all set,
my lips broke in tiny smile curves,
and the words streamed down like rain
from rusty rooftops
I made a wish,
and stared at the flame
dancing recklessly, beautifully,
on the tip of a yellow candle,
I told the candle flame I loved it
and killed it in the same breath
that night, I died with her,
every flicker of light in me,
like vapour in the wind,
found their way into oblivion
adieu, baby flame
#365DaysOfPoetry
#Pengician #SSA
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