Sitting at the airport excited and ready to go
On a flight I had booked just three hours ago
Confused as I walked to the counter where the crew had changed my seat
Little did I know that it was how fate had us meet
Silently and wearily I slumped over into the chair
Unbeknownst of the companionship that would soon take off in the air
From strangers to friends, our conversations were deeply engaged
Just like in a movie, but only this wasn’t staged
Time and space stood still,
And I believe that that was fate’s will.
Though I may not remember your name, I can’t forget your face
I hope one day we meet again and pick up from that place
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How quickly chance meetings can turn into a friendship. A lovely write
Thank you! And yes we just have to be open to the opportunity.
A lovely write about never knowing what can come your way, how fate works in mysterious ways, enjoyed the read
Thank you! Agreed, life aligns mysteriously, and it’s never an accident.
You are very welcome
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