The Last Flame

Joy is in the little things.

🕯️❄️🌙

I tread the frost-caked streets
Window panes bathed in snow
Unwrapped gifts, stacked and neat
Flame in hearts aglow.

☃️✨🕯️

A forgotten candle in pitch dark
Its wick stays true, aflame
Its pure light, a burning spark
Remains untouched, the same.

🍫🧸🔥

The flame, it burns, light aglow
Shines on life’s small joys –
Chocolate muffines, soup on a stove
A child’s warm, soft toys.

🌟🍂😊

Beauty beholds in little bites
In life’s treats, though small;
In a toy, a shirt worn right
In simple smiles, for all.

🕯️💫🖤

A single candle in the dark
A steady flame, small, but sparks.

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