A meeting of two random souls,
A coincidental moment that unfolds,
into an opportunity that simply arose,
A moment cherished and never exposed.
What are the chances?
The paths of our dances,
Crossing. A hand rises in greeting
And faces an unexpected meeting.
Another hand joins the one in the sky,
Wrapped together in a moment that will never die.
Their branches intertwine in togetherness,
Tightening roots with their touch of foreverness.
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poems i came up with at three am
Poetrybit of a dark/random poetry dump, might be a bit intense at times, try and find the meanings if you dare...
