Two lonely souls, lost and broken.
Never touched, or even spoken.
Stumble upon one another,
Startled as they discover.
Scared of the unkown,
Even as they are shown.
What is it they feel?
How do they know its even real?
If it feels this right...can it be wrong?
It hasnt even been that long.
Fear and confusion clutter their mind.
A moment or two of peace is what they find.
Pain deep and burried in their soul,
Both trying to help console.
With everything they've weathered,
These moments are treasured.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
somehow, i get connected to this one...