I've walked this
street one hundred
times before
Breathed deeply
the scent of cherry
blossoms in spring,
the cool fall breeze
has caressed my skin
as fallen leaves rustled
at my feet
Through winter wonderlands
and summer heat, sultry and
moist,
and then I met you
a chance encounter,
you were lost, walking down
the wrong street, looking for
the wrong house, not my house;
You smiled at me, reached out
and touched my arm
Destiny sang, karmic, cosmic
coincidences collided in colours
of every hue
What to do?
What to do?
street one hundred
times before
Breathed deeply
the scent of cherry
blossoms in spring,
the cool fall breeze
has caressed my skin
as fallen leaves rustled
at my feet
Through winter wonderlands
and summer heat, sultry and
moist,
and then I met you
a chance encounter,
you were lost, walking down
the wrong street, looking for
the wrong house, not my house;
You smiled at me, reached out
and touched my arm
Destiny sang, karmic, cosmic
coincidences collided in colours
of every hue
What to do?
What to do?
I say take a chance and find out ~
ReplyDeleteI like coincidences colliding in colours ~
Thanks so much for stopping by aand you are right.
DeleteI've walked the same street many times, Ellecee. Great poem.
ReplyDeleteThanks for stopping by Ben :-)
DeleteVery beautiful poem...coincidences collided in colours
ReplyDeleteof every hue What to do? What to do?...Lovely expressions..
Thank you so much Sri, for dropping by and commenting. Visits are always appreciated.
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