Two strangers on a path,
together walk a mile,
stolen glances made,
laughter in silent thought shared.
Hand in hand, in silent march.
Whispers in the wind flutter and echoes through the night thunder.
hand in hand, in silent match towards a cherished dream.
Beknown to both a common plea,
shared by both in cavities deep.
Yet hand in hand they walk a mile,
in silent march,
with faces which speak of mountless tales.
At the crossroad backs do face,
in the absence of an embrace.
Two strangers on a path
hand in hand
in silent march.
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