A Candle Poem from 8th grade
This is a poem I wrote in 8th grade about a candles: "A Candle" Quiet, Moody. It moves in a rhythm unexplained. Deep and Dark. But yet of many colors. Its purpose unknown, yet we feel we know it all. As it melts, It leaves behind memories, that we will love and cherish. A candle, a symbol of things... Sign in to see full entry.