Farewell time.till next time we meet.And it would not be not more than a week away.On cross roads we stand, facing each other : our trains will come from opposite directions, and go opposite ways. Last Wave of hand, last smile, the wait evident in the eyes, blurred image of trains crossing each other, soon trees are all i see passing by – A new journey.
The end is near now
Forces collide;cosmos are in chaos
silently we stare each other
This is a Haibun poetry form, Prompted at Big Tent Poetry
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