Sunday, August 10, 2014

Poetry: Life: First Meeting With A Stranger

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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!