flame

Flame of the lamp flickered against the strong wind, diminutive now and then stable, each passign moment, fighting to survive. The flame was life, there was no light but that of the flame, the rest was darkness. the waves rose and smashed against the shore, again rising and again breaking on rocks. The waves were wishes, reality was shore. Each tide brought a change of pattern of sands, now one then another. The pattern was attempts, meeting harsh restructuring from life.

No matter how resilient is the flame, one day the wind will win , Today is not that day, Today the flame is alight. Today there is light