Wednesday, November 4, 2009



The sun has set on my dreams
As I try to rekindle the flame
The night is so cold
‘Twas better then ingratitude of man
My flame so small
Flickers and wishes to die
As it faces high winds

But somehow hope rekindles
The small flame flickers and fights
To face the storm

Alone it has no chance
Loneliness Kills.

But somewhere and somehow
Hope springs up and takes flight
As it touches the sky
Soaring to meet its maker
And suddenly
The storm dies
The wind cease
The flame rekindles

Gladwin Manuel

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