Cross Roads
I know these paths will lead us to somewhere in the future. I am sure that these roads are not parallel to each other. That one day, our ways will intersect. Maybe somewhere in Manhattan or Paris. And see each other, across the busy street, saying each others greetings, in new forms. With our fingers intertwined, not to each other, but to someone else and a face happier than before we drifted apart.
Copyright © Hansteven Selfa | Year Posted 2016
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