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Two StrangersThe slate and the grey palette of the sky The play of light and shadow on the wall. Unite on a chance encounter in road The rain brings us under the umbrella. Throughout our walk on the water-logged streets Talk ceaselessly; some explaining to do. Lush green well sown field ready for cutting Sound of gargling water from the drain pipes. Long for the romance; stupefied and speechless Deep bond; unforeseen love for two strangers. Our bodies soak in, shivering in cold wind Our soul lit up long candle for warmth. The priceless gift of obtaining human birth All these great moments to take back from earth. Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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