“Who knows ? Perhaps, the same bird
Echoed through both of us
Yesterday, separate, in the evening.”
-Raina Maria Rilke
Who knows? Perhaps, the same wind
Rustled through our branches
Sending shivers through our being.
Who knows? Perhaps, the dew that fell
Glistened on your dreams and mine
As we slept, all night through.
Who knows? Perhaps this morning’s light
Made our separate memories shine
With a sense of deja-vu
P.S.Image courtsey the Internet
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Sue Dreamwalker
June 9, 2012 at 8:26
Just beautiful~ xx