two flames, entwined,
their destinies.
Chained, as if,
to a free fall,
they orbit the pyre,
not seven times,
but incessantly.
Untied, they meet
in transit.
They meet, half - eclipsed
by Time and Space.
Their touch is what,
if not an imagined kiss -
fire in the distance, tickling
without having touched at all?
They cross paths and
Time is stunned.
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