Sadaqat Jan


Strangers

Inside an ancient wayside tavern
The two travelers, strangers, sat
Across a thick, wooden, dinner table
He to the left, she to the right
A candle, its flame flickering, sat between them
Her face cupped in her hands
His hands, folded, rested on the ancient table
She spoke
Of memories from her youth, of her joys and sorrows

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