If you were to ask me what serendipity is,
it would be the first gift I received as a child.
A spider-man bicycle that I've always liked.
If you were to describe serendipity as an adult,
then what would it be?
In dusty aisles amidst spine-filled walls,
a misplaced bookmark flutters as it falls.
Its origin is a mystery, forever untraced,
yet a reminder until now held in place.
- Authors: smitten (Pseudonym), NikNak73
- Visible: All lines
- Finished: March 3rd, 2024 06:30
- Limit: 6 stanzas
- Invited: Public (any user can participate)
- Comment from author about the poem: This is a free verse poem, feel free to write whatever you want to add. I'm looking forward to writing with you!
- Category: Reflection
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