It was 2018 when I met a stranger.
I was like a foreign ranger.
Looking into something.
She eyed on singing at me.
I ignored her.
She smiled
I smirked
Until God, crossed our paths.
We eventually became friends.
We embrace the things that we don't usually do...
Until we learned the acceptance.
Until we enjoyed our company.
Until we never notice that we are now friends, which we prayed to last until the last seconds of our breath.
On that wreath,
I and your name was written.
On that wreath,
It was you and I until the last breath.
I thanked God, he had given me a friend into that stranger.
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MP LIGHTS 143: BOOK 2
Poetry-This book is a collection of poems, written in traditional and free verse patterns. -This book offers you to enjoy poetry while making a touch in your world through poems.
