I lit a candle in the unending void,
It’s glow searing the cold darkness;
Eyes wide, lips curled into a smile,
After long had I been this overjoyed.
Came a squall of wind and sand,
And the flame began to falter;
Worry creeping upon my face,
I shielded the blaze with my hand.
Rumbled and roared the mighty gust,
I tried my best to shelter the light;
But destiny sought something loathsome,
As the flame died of fate unjust.
Fear of the imminent growing larger,
I foolishly hoped for the impossible;
The darkness did return inevitably,
Only this time it appeared darker.
(Ig: @m_uzair_ans)
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