Stranger Poem by Anele Potelwa (Unpublished)

the identity can be viewed,
his smile is none the less renewed,
but I cannot identify any movement from the mouth,
even the eyes cannot see as if He is far to the mount,
I read a story of a few seconds,
and discovered the strange figure of a stranger,
hereby I roll my eyes hoping to see by the short of the distance,
but the stranger walks away with such an huge instant,
I sit wondering who it is,
but I guess a strangers is an un-seen,
and so stays confidential,
as curiosity beats with a huge blast,
acceptability swing with a pace, a very huge pace.
how strange