Two stranger meet
intentions both unknown
to each no name no dates
of age nor place of birth
just passing bodies
like raindrops from dark clouds
on unsuspecting leaves
left nestled on the ground
Two strangers meet
like leaves in heedless fall
both swaying on each way
untrod by any other one
unmoved by gentle breeze
their steps on different paths
One step, one step with ease
through leaves upon the ground.
Two strangers meet
somewhere in local time
on different avenues
two continents apart
one soul in search for love
the other for a mended heart
one planned step at a time
Two strangers meet
walking slowly hand in hand
one step by each in concert
one slow step at a time
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I would like to translate this poem
It's like a song playing in a predestined universe, in a rehearsed play, in a world where we all forget again and again that we have always known one another, and will go on knowing one another, until it all ends or another world is born, because this one is just too filled up with the pure breath of invention.