Scented candle
A tired days work
Come home , stumbling
A warm shower , fresh clothes
Some tea on the stove , bubbling
All settled and cozy ,
Ready to melt into the evening routine
Winding down , stretching
Decor to create the scene
A flick and a swish
Flame ablaze on a stick
A dancing persona
Alive , growing and slick
How you fight to stay alive
Swaying with the wind
To those who challenge to dim your energy
You grow with vigor and spite
The sweet , crisp aroma
The way you set the mood
From dark to brightness
My dampened vigor , you renewed
Filling the room
Amongst other clutter you shone , and bloomed
Lost in your splendor
The center of attention , my heart consumed
As time ticked onward , your energy rose out
Not energy lost , your worth left behind a trace
Spilling from your sides
Your beauty , your substance , your ferocious grace
Returning to the form , that once made you
A heap all around
Solidified and remolded
Into a shape , replicating your hard work , you unfolded
Even as your days purpose dispelled
You toiled till the very ending
Dancing back and forth
And with a final whizzing ,descending
Your beauty and glory , in smoke ascending
Leaving a lasting memory
The pleasure to my relaxation , concluding
Much to learn from my bright scented candle
The troubles of my day , denuding
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