(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
No comments:
Post a Comment