Friday, 21 September 2012

the stranger - iii



(iii)

everyone knows the end in the beginning but none wills to believe

he walked slow and carried a staff

i had known he would come 
still i couldn't help feeling surprised
i dared not look at him 

i knew it was the stranger

we looked through each other 
and acknowledging our estrangement 
we passed by in silence

sometrhing stirred in me

i sighed and got up 
i started walking right behind him
without a word he led me on

the sun was about to set beckoning us as we walked in its direction 

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