Strangers
Strangers in the night
Meeting under a black moon
Not knowing what they see
Unmindful of each other
Because fates uncertain paths
They travel alone
Underneath cloudless skies
Beneath it all
They belong together
Yet they move on
Footsteps nearing
Oportunities passing
Each in his and her own worlds
Caught up in webs of love and hate
Of trust and deceit
Webs they spin
And traps they weave
To fall into
To fall out of
But no response from either
As their paths cross
They don’t recognise
Themselves in the other
For they are
And always will be
Strangers in the night.
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