Orbiting the Sun

Canvassing the world in search of something familiar

That, which will make you stop orbiting the sun,

In search of lost souls, you have met ages ago.

The day you and I meet again, and the day you and I decide to stay

Vainly in search of what is pure, unknown, untouched;

The day we meet, in a galaxy meant for none.

The day we will recognize each other, at a heartbeat of a song

In search of something familiar;

The day you stop orbiting the sun,

And the day I stop pondering old soul’s tales

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