Colliding Stones

May 3, 2014 9:41 am EDT

Lyrics without a destination
A meeting left largely to chance
Arriving in forgotten solace
Seeing her as a stranger, as a confidant, as

Inexhaustible nervousness
Just under a surface of apparent stone
I looked into the eyes of this stranger
Took her hand
And said hello.

Type: Poetry

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