A solitary candle stands tall and unlit, its wick untouched by a flickering flame. The wax, pristine and unmarred, holds the potential to carry whispered wishes into the universe. Each passing moment is a missed opportunity, the chance for dreams to materialize and aspirations to take flight. The unblown candle becomes a symbol of unfulfilled desires, a beacon of hope patiently awaiting ignition. Its silent presence reminds us to embrace the present, to seize the fleeting opportunities before us, and to ignite the flame of possibility that flickers within our souls.
About the Creator
Mark
Just got back to writing, and we got another paper load of poems inspired by Japanese art. Hi, I am Mark and you can read all you want. FOR FREE! (Stripe isn't available on Philippines T^T, but you can still provide your support by Paypal!)
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