If they ask, who is he? Then say, I don’t know that man. I never entrusted my dreams to him. The content of my heart he does not know. Never have I whispered in his ears words honey so sweet. His lips never touched mine. The sparkles in his eyes never reflected the infinite depths of my soul. And I have not tasted his love or felt his comforting arms around me. This man is a stranger to me. And if I run into him on these streets, I’ll pass him by. With a firm stride, I’ll pass him by.
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I am science fiction author and poet from Amsterdam. It took me a while to discover I liked to write. Now I am hooked. Help me get the word out. Leave me a review on Amazon.com. And subscribe to my email list. Thank you. View all posts by Khadim Zaman