Neighbours
Photo by Lubo Minar on Unsplash I stand next to you As we take our daily stroll In the quiet unspoken comfort Of conversations of the soul The heady magnolia scent Wafts through the Pine; This is our daily pause, Our sojourn, yours and mine. We are neighbors now that I live On the street where you stay; Only, it is my tomorrow, And, it is your yesterday.
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