faceless stranger

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    • stolenangel
    • so sorry- haven't been around lately but will be fully back in august.

    faceless stranger


    They were both strangers;
    two people at different ends of the earth.
    Was it real or was it just some crazy imagination
    she played in her mind?
    There was something about him
    that she couldn't decipher,
    like codes within codes.
    He was different.
    He understood her like no other had.
    He cared, listened and comforted her.
    He didn't- doesn't know her.
    She doesn't know him
    but she still thinks about him all the time.
    Maybe she loves him
    but that she'll never know
    and he'll never know.
    They'll still be strangers.
    Just two different people
    with totally different lives
    somehow connected
    by a tiny cord of love-
    so tiny that they hardly noticed it;
    might never notice it.

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    The true philosopher and the true poet are one, and a beauty, which is truth, and a truth, which is beauty, is the aim of both.

    Ralph Waldo Emerson, American Poet (1803-1882)

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