A stranger sang his song to me,
One night after darkness fell,
Taking me from a disturbing dream.....
I was dwelling in the halls of hell
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Isn't it just wonderful to hear a random say good-morning. Then walk humming a little tune all to them-selves for the world to hear. Bien!
beautiful and mesmerizing....thank you, dear Lore Colon
the poet pines not for bird notes but love notes of a stranger...on a different note love so often takes strange shapes and forms.
Love is strange (Mickey and Sylvia,1956) . Love can certainly be a stranger for those that have never experienced it. Nice write Lora!
How can such a man be a stranger, dear Poet? Open your eyes and see... He is Love!
wonderful stranger; appeared as a messenger, to discover your heart; that is, in fact, free of dirt.