The Flame of Life
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The Flame of Life by Kelly Varner Johnson A match lights a candle, a baby is born, A flame flickers, a soul is torn. We are but fire in the wind, a struggling game, A weak, unsteady, faltering flame. Flames lit by the tongues of passion, Flickers, dimming in the breeze, Where illness is but a waltz of wind. And death? Merely a sneeze . . . Kelly Varner Johnson Written February 26th, 1988 © on Feb 07 2002 02:37 AM PST, Kelly Varner Johnson 0 • 10
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