#PassingStrangers

We cross paths, fleeting glance,
Two souls, in life's busy dance.
No words shared, no names known,
Yet hearts beat, with stories unsewn.


Strangers in life's hurried pace,
Connected briefly, in time and space.
Unknown faces, unseen past,
Two lives intersect, forever to last.


Eyes meet, and for a moment's sway,
Our worlds collide, then drift away.
No lasting bond, no lingering tie,
Just passing strangers, passing by.



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