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The Candle Light
You can never see such gift like this.
So simple, and yet pure.
It'll give you no harm.
For now, I’m no longer your shield.
Please light it.
It’ll guide you forever
and it'll never flicker
as it is expected to be.
As my family.
These goals would mean nothing without you,
And that I'm humble to say thank you.
You taught me of who I am today.
You taught me the purpose of my skills.
And most of all, you've always taught me to do what's right.
You've such a good heart,
Promise me not to lose that.
And for as long as I shall live,
I’ll never betray you,
And I’ll protect you to death.
The memories we shared,
I've perpetually treasured those
and I promise you,
I’ll bring it on my grave.
But please do me a thing,
Though it's simple,
please always light it,
And I will rise again.
Copyright @2012 Lanzskie. All rights reserved
The Author's Other Hubs
- A Poem: A Gift For My Mum On The Mother's Day
Not a usual gift. Not a card. I will give you a white stone. Round like a heart. Touch it. No blacks and no breaks. Like a child’s heart. Keep it. Stone’s life is forever. Its characteristics won't change. Feel it. It will give you warmth. They used
- My First Ever Poem in the UK: The Impossible Dream
I woke up early and in a blue the morning. Spreading both hands and a big yawn. And I ate crakes with milk. At first I thought everything was a dream. I realised I wasn’t. I am living on my dreams.
- A Poem: Bloody Knife
Is this a knife in front of me? The knife’s handle towards my hand. Come, let me hold. I didn’t. And yet, I can still see. Is this true or my vision? I can see it. I can feel it. Is this really a knife in front of me? Or my mental picture? Look. I ca