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Jun 2015
When I searched,
I found you
When I was lost,
you found me
Was it fate?
Or was it empathy?

I'd rather call it "fortune"
Because when I met you
I could have been standing on a different place
But I was there;
Where you were  stirring a hot coffee,
looking outside the window
as you carefully observed the raindrops
That moment;
Indeed, I am lucky.

If this was really just a coincidence,
it is very strong in this one
You gave me hope in state of despondency
Guess what?
You are the cure to my misery
And for that,
I know that I am lucky.
Nyl
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Nyl
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