Proud, tall,
standing straight.
Full of strength
burning fate.
Flowers, rain, tropical paradise,
vanilla, the fire.
A sent, a sensory surprise.
A flame of desire.
Below the wax, in the soul
behind the color it stands.
Bravely it meets its fate,
meeting the demands.
Grasping for air, flickering
orange, yellow and blue.
Tired of the bickering
wanting it to be true.
Burn a candle and feel,
the power of fire.
From the window sill
and feel its' desire.........
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