I start at the sound,
The sound I would one day, in the future, grow to call
"The Sound Of Fate".
But at that moment,
It was just the sound of impact,
An impact of a book with the floor,
Followed shortly, by the impact of our eyes.
But this time, I look away.
The greyness doesn't fascinate me anymore,
It mocks me,
Reminds me,
Of the rejection faced just a few moments ago.
She doesn't move, as I walk towards the book.
She stands still,
So still, I wonder if she's really there.
And when I reach down towards the book,
I sense her movement,
And I can smell her perfume,
It smells like lavender, with a tinge of rose,
And I am overcome by an overwhelming sensation to touch her.
And it seems that the Gods are on my side today.
Because all my wishes are fulfilled.
As something, you only see in movies, happens.
Something inexplicable, to someone who doesn't believe in fate.
Something beautiful.
Miraculous.
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Him & Her
PoetryHe is in love with her. She is in love with him. Their problem? She can't speak. He doesn't know if he can wait. But they both want a happy ending. Badly. A love that was mute, unspoken, but deep, all the same. It's not complicated. Unless you're...
