Crossing lines

© Gea Zwart
© Dirk Engelage

Crossing lines,
wherefrom, whereto
I do not know.

Crossing lines
to be united
with the ones
that once were
strange to me,
whose faces looked at me,
looked much like me,
that human faces,
laughing, angry, sad
and sometimes
downright lost,
that human faces
begging me
to cross the lines
that now keep us divided,
promising me
new friendships,
miracles I could not dream.

Crossing the lines,
into unknown territory
to be united,
to be free.

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