strangers
hidden from
visible sights
of each other,
destined meetings
awaited
in yet
unravelled futures,
each
looking out
of lonely
windows,
at a world
moving past
holding
hands,
wondering
if time
would offer
the chance,
for
them
to be there
once again.
————–
Vidur
19May17
Beautiful, I especially liked the feel of the lonely windows.
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Thank you so muc, J.C.!
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You are welcome!
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Moving verses, Vidur, which strike a chord with me.
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Thank you, Roland!
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I’ve nominated you. 🌹
https://silentfall.blog/2017/05/19/a-special-thank-you-some-fellow-mystery-bloggers
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Thank you so much, K! Just discovered this message amongst spam comments. So grateful for the nomination, and for putting me in that list of wonderful people ! ☺️
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you inspire me constantly. not just with your poems, but with who you are as a person. I’m darn lucky to have you among my friends, even if we are across the world from one another. hearts know now geographical limits. ❥
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True, K. Words can bare you deeper, than the skin that covers. So grateful for this friendship and support 💙
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no* not “now”. Sorry for the typo!
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sometimes i wonder if i am a typo too 😉
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What???? Explain, plz.
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meaning…a wrong assortment of alphabets which sometimes gets misread from the real intention!
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o i c. ty. hehe ❥
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😂👍
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Love it!
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Thank you!!!
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