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Write a poem on candle by yourself..

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Answered by MsQueen
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 \fcolorbox{purple}{yellow}{poem} \fcolorbox{purple}{yellow}{candle}

A candle is something

which burn as well

it is never complaining

And never regret.

It's life starts with light and

ends with light

when it burn it sacrifice its life

to give us light, it ignores its pain

It never regret and never complain.

A candle when starts its journey

it burn by its death ;

It teach the humans to do

labour till our last breath.

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Answered by Anonymous
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Days to come stand in front of us

like a row of lighted candles—

golden, warm, and vivid candles.

 

Days gone by fall behind us,

a gloomy line of snuffed-out candles;

the nearest are smoking still,

cold, melted, and bent.

 

I don’t want to look at them: their shape saddens me,

and it saddens me to remember their original light.

I look ahead at my lighted candles.

 

I don’t want to turn for fear of seeing, terrified,

how quickly that dark line gets longer,

how quickly the snuffed-out candles proliferate.

 

First fig

dna St Vincent Millay

 

My candle burns at both ends;

It will not last the night;

But ah, my foes, and oh, my friends—

It gives a lovely light!

 Final Soliloquy of the Interior Paramour

 Wallace Stevens

 

Light the first light of evening, as in a room

In which we rest and, for small reason,

Think the world imagined is the ultimate good.

 

This is, therefore, the intensest rendezvous.

It is in that thought that we collect ourselves,

Out of all the indifferences, into one thing:

 

Within a single thing, a single shawl

Wrapped tightly round us, since we are poor, a warmth,

A light, a power, the miraculous influence.

 

Here, now, we forget each other and ourselves.

We feel the obscurity of an order, a whole,

A knowledge, that which arranged the rendezvous.

 

Within its vital boundary, in the mind.

We say God and the imagination are one…

How high that highest candle lights the dark.

 

Out of this same light, out of the central mind,

We make a dwelling in the evening air,

In which being there together is enough.

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