The Heart of a Friend
The Flame burns slowly, But long in duration, It fills the heart with love.
And as it goes, The Candle sees, The Air from up above.
Up to the Sky, It reaches out, But at times it does grow dim.
In search of Love, And so it goes, This Flame inside of him.
Until the Air, It fans the Flame, And it within him grows.
And soon he sees, The Flame within, It like a Candle glows.
Kari Shinal-Copyright 5/2012
© 2012 Kari Shinal
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