Parallel lines do not meet.
Together they travel,
all through a lifetime
savouring the solitude
of each others company.
Intact they keep their uniqueness,
never crossing each other's path, giving space
to the other to bloom,
flourishing in each other’s company.
Parallel lines do not meet
when they meet, they die!
Sep 20, 2018
Sep 20, 2018 at 12:42 PM UTC
Parallel lines do not meet.
Together they travel,
all through a lifetime
savouring the solitude
of each others company.
Intact they keep their uniqueness,
never crossing each other's path, giving space
to the other to bloom,
flourishing in each other’s company.
Parallel lines do not meet
when they meet, they die!
Railroads always fascinate me!
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