Strangers

Sometimes hearts have met somewhere before

Gliding past each other they pass one melody at the door

A mixture of hopes and pleasures

Wanting to be found

Each heart sleeps with a history

Awakening to the laughter of new clowns

For love is understanding

And forgetting yesterdays pain

I see the qualities of a spinning creation

Held in the notes by the stings underneath your hands

Your feelings are strong like the bending of steel

But when our song passes over

A world of strangers will find a garden of love to fill

by ©belladora

The above painting is an original by Belladora titled "Country Flowers" NFS

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