Friday, May 13, 2011


There is a little light in me
Which flickers in the rain
And thins in heavy blowing wind
And shies by the loud clap

And yet the light survives in rain
The fire burns with might
Whether it be force of nature
Or Human spite or hate

It will not yield -- It will not yield
And while buried in Dark
This tiny little flickering
Will burn unending bright --

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