time traveler

Flame

I’ll light with a flame
From the top of the room
I shan’t make a sound
And might use the broom
But such is the care
That a sleuth makes when sleuthing
For a light at right time
Is the key to all youthing
So sleep as you do
And I’ll soon disappear
Without a trace or a name
The lighter of your flame

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