Duniya دنیا
Days unfold, these worlds crumble
Unwavering breaths swirl —
Now a delicate balance
In the depth of our connection
Your hope cascades into mine
A falling star, a fading breath
Do you think the stars wish / to
touch the earth / and hurl
themselves / in a burst of fire / not
dying / exploding / because they
cannot / take it anymore / not
collapsing / pushing / through the
last piece of power / they
have / propelling them toward / their
dreams —
touch the earth / and hurl
themselves / in a burst of fire / not
dying / exploding / because they
cannot / take it anymore / not
collapsing / pushing / through the
last piece of power / they
have / propelling them toward / their
dreams —
like me?