Ideas and feelings sputter and dance as I watch the flames burning before me, The new smells from the candle mix with the melted wax of memories, lighting a path for the future and providing light to keep an eye on the past.
Where do they all go
The ideas and dreams we had
That cannot be found
©2024 CBialczak
Stine Writing 
Damn, love this. Short but POWERFUL.
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Yes, doesn’t a bright flame bring something out in people?
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Excellent poem Christine! I am wondering the same thing about dreams where do they all go!
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right?!?! I dream about people who I don’t even think I have thought about in forever! It is so strange.
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Absolutely! Where do they go???
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Just beautiful, a candle flame can indeed bring many memories back.
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yes I agree!
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