Strangers is Past
May 28, 2016
Sometimes you meet new people in a coffee shop:
Who are you? We just met, What is your name? I am Mishan
That’s nice, I am me! Let’s make this space between us be gone.
A conversation started, an ice melted, a fire started.
This is easy, for we are both quite bighearted.
A string of words we start to speak
A long lasting conversation we strive to keep.
An awkward smile, a pause taken, no critique.
Something started, a root grown down deep.
Blooming wonderfully, a tree we both grow.
Helping each other, we tend to this earth.
Shining bright, a value placed unlimited worth.
A tumbling wheel we have formed, nothing can slow.
Separated by miles, a friendship starts,
Brought together by the beautiful arts.
Who is to say what the future will bring?
I declare that we have tied a string.
Shadow Heart
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Everyone we meet Affects us in someway (some strong others weak) like Ripples on a Pond
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