Fingers of wood
Claw at bleak sky
Trees bend beneath
The weigh of winter
Small beacon of light
Flickers in the breeze
Of countless dreams
As they rush by
Crashing into the
Door on their way out
Small mechanical
Sounds echo through
The rooms, piercing
She sits by the candle
Feeling the warmth of
Half forgotten memories
She sits alone
Half asleep in a
Dream of remembrance
The candle;
Little soldier of light in
This world of darkness
Her comfort and companion
As she sets off on her
Quest for happiness
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