They met under the blossom tree

When the wind blew hard

And the rose petals' sprinkling on the meadow lane

She hoped to capture the grandiose

When he gently sat beside her

He filled the air and her somber

Broke the silence and the freeze

Hello, Bonjour and Nihao

How rare of her speaks to a stranger

For hours they sat on the bench

Talking about the forgotten beauty en vie

And stories of trivial

His eyes were on her sedate flank

When the cherry caught her rosy lips

She saw the flame booming in his cerulean eyes

Like the gunmetal blue sea he's eager to show her

'Take the no.8 and you'll see

I'll bring you on if not tomorrow'

A courageous traveller as he was

She knew not to disturb

Nor to jumble

She refused his good intention

As she knew

Never he's for her

Nor she's for him

Walked along the garden till the lane's end

No yesterday

No tomorrow

Just for the moment as it existed

Said their goodbyes and vanished in twilight

Their serendipity ends

When the hour's over

They mutually understood that

some moments needed not to be broken

Some words were meant to be unspoken

It was all about one day

When a boy and a girl

Met on a breezy blossom day

                                             The Stranger