Strangers meet at an airport
Lugging their own trolley bags,
Spilling its contents :
Butterflies they had caught,
Causes for which they’ve fought,
Epiphanies and reality checks,
The experiences of foreign treks;
The footprints of all that they’d left behind,
Beliefs of the body, soul and mind.
Somewhere in the exchange,
The strangers are encased
In a hybrid bubble
with scents of both their lives :
Together, afresh,
They Blossom anew.
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