Stranger,I could tell you my name,
But then I'd be a word to you,
Or I could say where my house is built,
Be where the bylane breaks in two.
Or would you ask my purpose instead?
But then you see...you won't know
Who I am indeed.
You'd know a word,attach a role.
Acquaintances we'll part
Without a soul.
So let me tell you what I dreamt last night,
Forest fires and snowfalls white.
I saw terrains shiefting their place,
I saw forever;
I saw your face.
Stranger, you see,in a world so wide,
A city so breathless,there is a street..
What else can it but pure magic be,
Defying all distance,we destined to meet!

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