When two enemies
who did not talk
to each other
for thirty years
come together
one day and hug
and smile and talk,
then there is a mystery
in their actions,
something inexplainable.
That is mystery
and that is beauty.
(Graphic: Wisdom Huntersembracing His call saved to inspiration. Pinterest)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i hope someday i could to do this to my enemies in high school. I forgave most but I can't get around of two. Please look at my poems Learning to Skate and Dancing in Hydra