I love a stranger
I love what I don’t know.
I love a stranger,
since a long time ago.
My stranger is a caring man
with a heart made of gold.
My stranger lives in my mind,
his character is controlled.
My stranger never talks to me,
this I can’t allow.
My stranger’s words are silent,
he only smiles and takes a bow.
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Beautiful Sentiments, Poet!!!
Thank you for sharing!!! Peace, Cyn
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Nicely done here my friend
I like how you didnt mention who the stranger is,
it keeps the reader wondering
Nice flow throughout aswell
Pen on,
and thanks for dropping by and leaving a comment
Ken
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This is a seductive piece. It makes the mind run wild. I like that you were vague here giving the reader room to imagine the motives and roles of each. Interesting stuff!
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This is a gret thought provoking write that flowed beautifully well done will add you to my favs am enjoying your writes
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An interesting write that leaves the reader wondering who you are talking about. I liked the rhyme scheme very much . You take care. Sandy
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I found this piece really intriguing. I'm not sure if the way I took it was how you meant it, but the way I related to it was the idea that sometimes everyone we know seems to let us down, and the only person who can truly be special is that "person you noticed down by the store, the one who helped that little kid when he tripped." A person who you only have one single snapshot of, who you can embellish in your mind, and make the responsible, caring, fun person you'd love to meet but never will, because once you meet them, the person will no longer be yours to create.
Honestly not sure if this is what you meant, but it hit me strongly. Nice write.
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This is very unique, it peaks my interest. Who is this stranger, what inspired this write?
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