I shall tell you:
I am seeing and seeing strangers
Who are not strangers,
For there is something in their eyes,
And about their faces
That whispers to me
(But so low
That I can never quite hear)
Of the lost half of myself
Which I have been seeking since the beginning of earth;
And I could follow them to the end of the world,
Would they but lean nearer, nearer,
And tell me....
Strangers
by: Mark Turbyfill (1896-1991)
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[link]For YOU,my beautiful friends,hoping to meet you in another life....
and so many more....
