We met in one evening
Narrated …Confabulation;
I sensed his passion for illusions.
We approached times.
We differed sometimes.
Look in his eyes,
Caught a glimpse of deep sadness,
Inquiries... Confusion...
Attracted me to the heart.
Lost my way in its maze,
Tired it ambiguity.
So, I returned to my place
and fine he went to his way.
Then I realized that.
He is Passerby,
Lover travel.
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