THE CANDLES

The old man gargled over a
Cup of cooling tea.
Slowly, the candles went out
One by one,
Each leaving wisps of billowing
White smoke.
The clock struck twelve.
The old man yawned.
As he shut the door of his
Bedroom, to escape into his
Dream world yet again,
The candles slowly regained
Their flames and came back
To life.

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