Strangers from Afar Poem
Strangers from Afar
Down the winding
path we walk straight on through the night.
On our way we start
to talk beneath the pale moonlight.
“I’m not sure if
we’re wanted here” I said to my friend John.
“Joe, there’s
nothing to fear, we’re right where we belong.”
This is a foreign
place and we both knew at first look.
I’m starting to
feel trapped like a fish stuck on a hook.
John and I on this
strange path are strangers from afar.
Looking up at the
night sky, we follow the north-star.
We continue on our
journey, although I’m not sure why.
Right now it’s just
John and I under the starry sky.
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