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Kindred Spirits
It seemed a very private time
Till deep in thought I did surmise,
The setting sun I saw as mine
Is also someone's sunrise.
Across the sea then it must be
That many thousand leagues away,
A kindred spirit sits like me
And watches dawn give way to day.
And in like thought does he agree,
As he looks to the eastern sky?
Or is it she who thinks of me
And tries to picture who am I?
But he or she, may they be blest;
Our thoughts are intersected.
As west looks east and east looks west,
This moment - we're connected.
Lou Trapasso
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