THE MONOCHROME CANDLE
; Slow Dancing In A Burning Room
The moment I sit alone and light a candle, suddenly, I become a lonely sailor wandering the vast dark sea and a traveler walking quietly in an unknown land.
When I get lost in the thick fog, I come across a candle shimmering with a glimmer of hope like a lighthouse in the middle of the sea.
We all have a vigilant child in mind who has not yet grown up. Our candle dances with joy as it gives the child warm comfort.
