Beneath the light there is a murk, The charges of crimination it does beseem. Need of all relies on someone and those necessities make the measurements of petty existence! The ablaze in celebrating the birth of neshness, Fanding of ecstasy with the boisterous freshness, Corronation of the entrant with the soothing calmness, Resplendency is merciful in the graphitic darkness. The wick has set on fire. The merriness makes the coal to grin hard. Celebration of cor in the pieces of chunks. Greatings, wishes on the way therefore. The capillary fizz causes the oil to reach to the height from the core. This can't be the tranquil evermore. Every inch of the wick is dampened with the oil causing it to bernoulli's flood. The amnesty is burping along the smoke. There is the dust and the rust. Dust of ashes and rust of coal. Suddenly, the visibility is losing not by the smoke. There is lost in the insulation. The light is enlivening the cold desires.
