Traveler

Two travelers meet for the time being.
Then, they separate.
Only the memories remain
somewhere beyond the horizon.
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Posted: Jul 2011
About this poem:
This is my own experiences. Our lives are like the travelers who are within our company only for certain period. After that we are bound to separate.The poem suggests that our mutuality, love, affection, closeness, hatred, aversion,abomination, all these are transitory. Time(death?!)does not allow perpetuity for anything whether they are physical or spiritual.

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Xmonaco
Some travelers are gone in the horizon, some are coming your way to travel the journey of your path.

nice writing
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steve1223
We are all travellers and if we are lucky our paths run paralell for a while

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jazzy75
birth and death...occur more often than we think...nicely done.
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