It was a day
Like any other
Nothing unusual.
July 30th. 10:10 p.m
Parallel lifes
Crossing each other
In an unusual way.
It has been 5 months
But we all know
Parallel lines
Are just that: parallel.
Bilingual Blog about poetry, short stories and some random pondering about life, culture and love as I understand it.
Tuesday, December 25, 2018
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