Candles in the dark
May 15, 2026 —
Ranja al-Harisa
Candles in the dark,
tumbling through space.
Sometimes we collide,
fueling our flames.
Sometimes our trajectories align,
just for a while.
Sometimes our paths cross,
for a small moment.
Sometimes we see one another from a distance.
Sometimes.
I watch you drifting away.
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