In a small cozy room
we shared poetry
calmly and quietly
That moment—
like a captured frame
it felt still and beautiful
It was a short dream
without words—
yet it told our story
On the one hand
we are strangers—
while on the other
a strange feeling of
having known each other
I wonder
I reflect
I ask—
if this is for real
I long to fly deep
through the space
of this mystery
to find the real us
hidden softly within