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In the murkiest corner of my
house, behind vintage armarium
lingers shadowy smoke of a
lone candle lite once.
The flame long extinguished
leaving behind a sooty smog
that hovers an abandoned cloud
Reminiscence of days when
arrogant flicker competed
with the mighty rays of Sun.
Callously it turned its head
towards the scorching beam
In exhilaration of youth before
time melted away.
The satin wax of exotic bees
deliquesced and fell apart like
the fall of Icarus leaving a dark
cloud on the walls…