fiction and poetry, Life, lost, Love, Poems, Poetry, sadness

Candles

Embracing the dark
with a tiny glow
molten wax
all over the table
she glanced the lights
all over the colony
and thought, “Maybe all the Lights are not same.”
Some don’t end the darkness.

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