For Mr Beck (Larry)



It is only in the passing that memories are born...

Consider this if you will
The candle's flickering flame
That dancing little petal of fire
Touching all with its warmth and light

Sometimes it could scorch those who came too close
Yet still it embraced all who shared its presence
But then tallow melts and the flame, it dies
Gone forever 'though its glow remembered

And how alike these candles are
To those souls now sadly departed
We reflect on their life and with memories bestowed
We give thanks for the light they shared



Poetry by Liam
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Written on 2026-01-19 at 15:55

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I think memories gave birth to the concept of time? but then memories could also be hallucinations?
2026-01-19