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Lighting a candle

Lavender and calm

Watching it dance

With rhythmic song

Empty on the inside

The sent so enticing

I reach out to touch it

The warmth in me growing

Pulling back slowly

My hand now red

My other hand grabs

The candle instead

The hot wax is pooling

All it takes is a tip

Little beads now

Dotting my wrist

I move up my forearm

Careful and slow

Then settle back down

The wax growing cold

It’s warmth absorbed

Taking it off now

Is the very last step

Picking each dot

A red circle left

My warmth back in me

I’m peaceful as can be

Ready to rest

To head of to sleep