Candle

cAndLE
bY jAlC

thE wInd iS bLoWing,
a LiGth Of a cAndLe dAnceS,
iN a tIme tHe MuSIc wAs a jOY,
nOw theRE iS nO SKin,
ONe dAy wiLL cOme oF eTernal PeaCE.

fLOWers AnD beaUty
wIll NoT bE mIssED AGAin,
UnTIL tHEN tHE wINd IS pLAYing
wITH tHe LiGhT,
bUT ThE caNDle iS NOt eTERnaL.

cOMe anD FeEL THat tHE canDLE iS waRM,
In A Day waS LikE a PeacE oF sUN,
LiKE tHE sKIN USed As a PIAno,
eVEry HAnd gETS BurNED.