By The Light Of A Candle

As I sit here in the dark
I can hear the beating of my heart
Words start forming in my mind
Waiting to be written, line by line

When darkness comes and conditions are right
By the light of a candle is how I write
The candle flame flickers and shadows grow
Both bring inspiration and poems glow

In olden times when poets wrote rhymes
Words often came slowly, line by line
The candles would burn as poets sipped wine
The Golden Age of Poetry was a magical time

As I sit here in the dark
I remember those times
When by the light of a candle
I slowly sipped wine

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