We stepped onto
each other’s paths,
you and I,
your journey and mine entwined.
Paths that crossed unexpectedly,
the hand of destiny
editing our scripts.
A magical moment.
Like flowers blossoming
in the warmth of spring,
we turned to face
into each other’s light.
And in that light
our souls dance,
to a sacred rhythm.
Beyond all time and space.
In your physical absence your presence echoes in my heart and soul. Here… although you are there.
Singapore, 2005
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