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How intriguing the thought of serendipitous chance A fortunate omen of sudden romance Through glass and fog of distance and time A like-minded, almost kindred affinity brings a new effervescence to the presumed absurdity If time was a place, located by thought The distance that breeds connection Is simply the means to the desired perfection How gracious and bold that time must be To create such a lasting attraction Where an end seems a pity, a waste, an infraction The balance of forces that compels the unseen Opens closed minds to new perspectives And clouds the indignant, old and tired objectives Misplaced emotions and volatile benevolence Lead to perpetual indecision, and wasted dreams Where the goal is unattainable and sacrificed for schemes Pondering the options that are created as such Lead to open possibilities of endless means Where whimsical notions are an effortless tease How long the path winds and curves to sight The ingenious and recondite plot of the teller's tale Unbeknownst to those who may leave it for fail Thickens more as it turns and toils Breeding excitement, adventure and a life all its own To be nurtured, or kept, or ever grown.
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Jun 9, 2014
Jun 9, 2014 at 3:41 PM UTC
Serendipitous
How intriguing the thought of serendipitous chance A fortunate omen of sudden romance Through glass and fog of distance and time A like-minded, almost kindred affinity brings a new effervescence to the presumed absurdity If time was a place, located by thought The distance that breeds connection Is simply the means to the desired perfection How gracious and bold that time must be To create such a lasting attraction Where an end seems a pity, a waste, an infraction The balance of forces that compels the unseen Opens closed minds to new perspectives And clouds the indignant, old and tired objectives Misplaced emotions and volatile benevolence Lead to perpetual indecision, and wasted dreams Where the goal is unattainable and sacrificed for schemes Pondering the options that are created as such Lead to open possibilities of endless means Where whimsical notions are an effortless tease How long the path winds and curves to sight The ingenious and recondite plot of the teller's tale Unbeknownst to those who may leave it for fail Thickens more as it turns and toils Breeding excitement, adventure and a life all its own To be nurtured, or kept, or ever grown.
sara-shaw
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Jun 9, 2014
Jun 9, 2014 at 3:41 PM UTC
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