Like a candle in the wind,
They blew out.
Leaving behind a marks,
Spots of memories,
In a piece of time.
They carried a whole loads,
With weighted heart,
Days after days.
They gave us theirs all.
Some within a lonely lines,
Wraped up with chocolate melody.
An Ideology- a Feelings,
That try to understand this life.
But in the end,
Like a candle in the wind,
They blew out.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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