The handsome stranger
I was walking down the hotel place..
when I stopped and stared at a handsome face.
He was tall and fair and fast out of view, but who was he I never knew.
I saw him for a minute perhaps,
and he saw me..
he was for the moment, the most amazing sight to see.
I often think about him to this day,
wishing that the moment never went away.
Wednesday 17th May 2017 4:01 pm
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