One day I found myself among strangers.
But they were familiar.
They have many more masks to wear.
They choose it depending on the occasion.
One day I walked among strangers.
I didnt have the mask to wear with them.
They looked at me as a stranger.
One even gave me his mask.
One day I spent among strangers.
They were familiar.
They laughed and cried using different masks.
I saw their heart beyond their masks.
One day I find myself as a stranger.
With strange people.
Now they are walking with me.
And they are learning from me.
12 comments:
That's very true, every good friend was stranger once..
A good though.
Very interesting! Thank you for sharing.
Wishing you a happy weekend and sending many hugs. :)
Wonderful words, a lovely post.
We are wearing masks, though these are invisible.
The moment you are interested enough to say hello, that person is a stranger no more! Lovely words DA ✨
Nice perception
Social interaction!
Sublime thoughts and beautiful poem!!!
there is no stranger it is just berrier of ego and fear
Once a stranger, now a friend or an acquaintance, is so true. Your poem reminded me of “Stranger” by Billy Joel, one of my favorite music with interesting lyrics. “Did you ever let your lover see / The stranger in yourself?”
Yoko
even good friends can turn strangers ...
Great.
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