Candle In The Snow

Its cold, extremely cold. The snow falls down like white rain blanketing the city. The park is looks different as if someone had washed away all the colour. Not in a bad way; but in a good way. It feels as if someone had given the city a fresh start; had washed away all its sins. I was sitting on a park bench when I noticed a small flame. It was a candle inside a wooden box. It was beautiful; as if someone wanted to hold unto their feelings. As if they would rather be dirty and feel than clean and emotionless. I may have read too much into it but it was beautiful nevertheless; the candle in the snow.



Candle In The Snow by A Man Named Dan

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