Poetry: Life: First Meeting With A Stranger

First time, I met the life

when the day was about to end

The sun was going to sleep 

The moon was rising

and there she was

sitting alone on a corner table

Silent, lost and thoughtful.

The moment I entered, and saw her

It was like a magnet pulling me towards her

and I started walking towards her,

reached her and asked 

Can I look into my eyes?

My first meeting with Life!

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