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Poem 65: The Candleholder.

By Vijay Simhadri.

The candleholder was burning a candle,

There was only an ice-like silvery candle to handle,

The icy candle melted in the flame,

As time passed it was never was the same,

Water surrounded the candleholder as it glowed,

The wind made the candle shudder as it blowed,

Its flame glimmered and tossed around in the breeze,

With the tumultuous vapor it could feel the wheeze.

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