I am just a flame burning.

In the day I am outshined by the Sun and the Earth

And all the glory of creation.

But in the darkness,

I am a solitary beacon

Shedding a glow to those

Most Near.

But sometimes the moths come,

guided by some inner thirst

to get as close as possible

without fully knowing it could be their undoing.

And it is possible,

but rare,

that so many moths come to feast on the light

That the wind from their wings

Can actually extinguish the flame.

I have gone on,

Not knowing that the flame went out,

Only knowing that the nights are infinitely quiet again.

And in that cacophonous silence,

A spark is born.


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