A Candle's Dream
In the deep dark of night, a candle was crying.
She shone through the dusk, while ardently trying
With tears and with work, to bring back the brightness of day.
She was melting, but time never goes in the opposite way.
It was not her fate to see morning light.
It was not her fate to make day out of night.
Yet still, she warmed the darkness with her passionate gleam,
While burning down, she held the faith in a beautiful dream.
By Alexandra Kosteniuk 01.30.2001
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