of strings of our souls

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how is it so real that,

in 8 billion people breathing;

thousands of people crossing;

in a foreign country, we met as strangers.

 

we talked with our native language

strangers we are, spoke 'till dawn.

it was cold outside,

you lend me your warmth;

you said, i can have it.

it was our last, encounter; i thought.

 

but the strings, being not visible,

pulled us, once again.

i found you driving me, when I arrived back home

 

turned out we have been tied with the same string, long time ago.

  • Author: star wave (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 2nd, 2023 21:38
  • Comment from author about the poem: for the two guys, with the invisible strings on their souls who met in the Shibuya crossing during winter.
  • Category: Fable
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  • L. B. Mek

    a great read, thanks for sharing
    (that red string of fate is such a timeless metaphor
    especially in that east asian context)
    sounds like you're swimming
    in those sweet moments of fresh romance
    remember to love boldly, never sip
    drink deep
    give it all you got, insure
    regret
    never gets to have a say
    in the memories
    you curate, with every choice
    you make, with each leap of faith..
    I wish all the best!



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