Two Strangers Meet
Two strangers meet.
Two lives that crossed in the street.
Only too many dying embers,
and to many lost Septembers,
had silenced the wind
that carried the songs
of their youth.
Strangers they were not
bound by the seductions
of each other's hearts,
nor by the tears
that pulled people apart.
Gave way to the start
of an everlastig friendship.
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