The flickering flame dimly lights the room.
It’s fireside aroma scares off the gloom.
The fire mesmerizes her mind at the end of a long day,
clearing the clutter, the voices and stress.
A quiet breath in and a gentle exhale,
releasing the tightness in her shoulders and neck.
The wick crackles as the fire burns down,
the only sound breaking the silence in the room.
Slowly she stands and walks to the candle.
With a swift blow, the flame goes out.
There is light no more. Darkness and dreams follow.
April 8, 2021 ~DRM~
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