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I remember a flickering candle:
a sedative of light and darkness –

a memory from childhood.
Light was soft and tranquilising
and sleep just a gentle puff away.

You were the bright light in my life,
a source of illuminative insight.
But your sparkle suddenly waned

when death’s ill wind blew out your flame.

The lights go out – an electricity failure –
the canvas becomes a ghostly surface.
Lingering shapes suspended in the dark –
your portrait waiting to be drawn.

The anguish of an unfinished painting! 
A meteor shower lightens up the sky
– so many wishes fade into oblivion!

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