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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)
- 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
- Views: 10
Comments1
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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