The last remainder of ash
Was but the last tear of the candle
That candle which did enlighten the room;
suddenly evrything becomes dim.
the aching sound the chair makes when shaking,
it was the wind which refused to stop its blow.
The owl outside was wailing,
and the coldness inside the room did quiver the walls
The aching melody was played on those withered strings
it echoed deep inside the aching darkness
the last remainder of ash was but the last tear of the candle
that candle that used to be sparkling all along the long silent nights.
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wow.. i like how you repeated the line the last remainder of ash was but the last tear of the candle . it was very effective. you had a great flow as well
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Thanks
Oh, it is kind of you Dear poet for such a comment!
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