We swept past each other,

forms passing in a quantum space

where time was paused, a transitory

meeting of eyes—but destiny

keeps its own counsel, shifting the

paths of uncharted fates.

 

Alone I stood, yet never lonely,

your presence in some way endured.

 

Morning lands with golden

vows, your essence awakens my

senses—wild and untamed, sighs

without words, your tenacity

besieging me—

 

I dare not open my eyes, a slight

glance could break the spell

that binds you to me.

 

Eastbound winds bear a promise,

whisperings of souls converging—

of futures yet unwritten.


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