Life Flames Poem by Ellen Mckinnon
Life Flames
Life is a delicate flame,
Touch to much, can you feel the pain?
But let it be? The flame spreads untamed and free,
A gentle touch, with one set of hands is the key,
We each hold our own flames, yours is yours to hold,
Life-flames can't be duplicated, bought or sold.
And when your flame dies out, it is not the end,
For that last spark can be used again and again.
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4/25/2024 9:31:02 PM # 1.0.0.1119
'And when your flame dies out, it is not the end, For that last spark can be used again and again.' A very meaningful thought. I wonder how you could think so deep, being so young at age!