Her head bowed
Unable to look
His eyes averted
Unable to see
The rain lashes
Driven by the gale
Her hair now nothing
But a tangled mess
Lightning flashes
Off to the East
He pulls his collar up
Against the night
They pass each other
Both alone - yet together
The dark unites them
But chance does not.
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Author:
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I like it. Makes me wonder… if this is something that happens all the time... we miss chances, the actual to meet someone significant in your life, maybe for fate or just a mistake, is still a play on destiny or just a light hope to let it be. ... You got me thinking.
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