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What chance that we should meet? Of all the people and places and times in this world, why you and I, here and now? Can it be for naught? Do we turn away and say how odd? See the dance of the heavens. Every piece in balance found. Cause and effect played out on the sands of time. Is this any less?
I know you not, and yet I do. Can you feel it? Time and tides wait for no one, and yet they call. For here and now I do abide. Yet tomorrow I may be gone. Do we drift apart, and quietly go the separate way? Worlds are won and lost on a single choice. Deaf ears will not hear, but still the heart does cry. Opportunities lost are worlds without end. © 1999 by D. Ron Mack Written 2/10/1999 |
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