Strange Acquintance. (a poem)


sitting across her,
tables facing each other,
a smile exchanges
acknowledging a relation
naive and hidden,
talks happen
over silent glances,
a whim or everlasting feeling,
story of few seconds
or trumpet, blowing
for centuries,
time will tell
until they meet again
in the silent corners
of their eyes….

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