The Strangers On the Road

Two strangers stood on the way,
they had just met,
it was pure luck to say.

The two glanced the clear skies,
each was tired
for each had, in his life - tried.

They just wanted to sit,
and in oblivion they did
on the soft grass by which that rugged road
seemed to drift.
In silence, a moment was spent,
some chirps from the trees were the only event
And in a trance, they stood again
To walk their path, to try again.

Two friends smiled at each other in love,
they had never spoken,
and yet they knew the other.

Got this pic on google...