Strangers Some dew drops settled on the weary surface of a parched leaf, Stranger again after life. Melody that once were tuned to the chords of our heartbeat, Stranger again after a night. Embossed were the titles for the chapters we began to write, Stranger again burned to ashes. Strange strangers are we, aren't we? Lost what we never cared for, framed all that which makes us strangers again. I met someone today strangely on a cold winter night, The stranger game began to end. Stranger are the best that happened and it's strange we don't have anymore strangers to befriend. #YQBaba #yqtales #Stangers #lonelypen Sheena thank you for being my muse tonight. 😊
