Wandering Souls


A warm Sunday evening,

We walked hand in hand towards the sun

Throwing caution to the wind

Not worrying anymore

About the peeping eyes

And the bossy passersby

Who could tell with the certainty

Of a renowned astrologer

That we were not meant to be together.

They had their own reasons.


They had never known the world

Which existed outside of their comfy wells.

But we did and we roamed

The streets of this new world

Like wandering souls

Afraid of nothing, wary of nothing.



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