I pray
that your light does not
die out,
little one
for you
are the reason
I keep going
dancing
just outside my vision
my heart
thuds quicker
when I catch glances
of your bright flickering form
Oh, my little flicker of hope
the day your light dies
is the day I let go completely
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Scattered Poetry
PoesiaPoetry that does not fit into other genres so, they are just compiled here for your enjoyment.