The soul connected by what account, is it fate that your name jumped out
There one the screen it flashed before me, your words tearing into my soul
Pictures flashing through my mind.
A hesitant start as I wrote to you, a stranger then
What to say my mind raced, not wanting to offend
Somehow I managed to write my first lines
To a stranger, now a trusted friend.
tigermoth1234 tigermoth1234
41-45, M
2 Responses Aug 5, 2012

Good poetry makes people feel and think. This post had me thinking a great deal.<br />
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"A thousand fibers connect us with our fellow men; and among those fibers, as sympathetic threads, our actions run as causes, and they come back to us as effects.” <br />
Herman Melville

Thank you