A candle is much like life. As the candle burns, Its life gets shorter. When lite for the first time, It is like a newborn, With its first cry. As it burns half way, Its life is half over. Just like us, it starts to wear out. When it is at the end, It is like death. Even we go out sometime. We can put a hold on a candles life. By blowing out the flame. With our own life, We can't put it on hold. So live life to its fullest. Life doesn't last forever. November 12, 2000 Crystal Elizabeth
Reason for writing:
I was looking at a candle light and it came to mind. A candle light is my inspiration. It is really great way to think of something to write.
Birth sign: Capricorn
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