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Sunday, February 20, 2011


our souls recognized each other from
above things and we looked on
from a distance,
never too close- then,
like comets coming
into orbit, finally
made contact- that
brilliant shine of
familiarity at last
flashing in our skies.
all we needed was to look
into each other’s eyes
and say, “hello,”
and it felt like home.

There are times when I can just look at someone and know that we could be friends. Not as rare as instantly hating someone, but me actually getting the courage to talk to them is.


Sorcha G. Dubhsioc said...

^ ^ That is exactly what it's like. Love this poem!

Angel of Silence said...

c'est tres jolie.

Sorry for the phrench was feeing it with the poem XD but very nice writing ^^