The Stranger Poem by Giovanna Lucarelli
The Stranger
I stumbled across him, somehow
In the midst of the mindless masses
I took his hand and
We walked
And I felt real again.
We talked about everything,
And nothing.
Without noticing,
He restored the pieces of me
Which I thought I’d lost
And then he was gone.
Without noticing, He restored the pieces of me Which I thought I’d lost this is a sweet stanza of the rich poem.. just never stop writing..you are doing well and you have ability alot..as i said so before too..respect your words too
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I would like to translate this poem
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4/24/2024 3:57:51 PM # 1.0.0.1119
I have found that the best poetry ignites with ones identity and this is one such poem for me. There has been such a stranger in my life also... thanks for reminding me.