To be a stranger is when you are unknown,
Unknown and forgotten;
The stages of the ages cuddling each other unless their peculiarities;
As to which alludes the never-escaping strangeness.
When the cities are open museums,
and the letters are laid uncovered,
invitations widely offering the welcomes, you join...
You join the drama.
The drama of stages and ages.
But when the curtains falling,
when the year old plots unable to capture it's destiny trembling,
even when the final scenes are left unspoken
the stage then becomes an open garden.
A garden for the strangers.
The stages longing the newness
and the strangers longing the stage.

© thepoetharri