The flame licks licks licks,
as it reaches.
Flick flick flick
as it blooms.
Gasping in in in
begging for air.
Girl, do you see how desperate it extends?
Its exact life fluttering in front of our eyes. Look!
Oh no, there it goes. A small puff of smoke lingers.
You walk out of the room with the Lighter.
I stay behind, as I am just a Candle.
