and me looked at me
fate
who stood there
like an opened gate...
He smiled
seeing me...
'why with me you fiddle?'
me asked...
'it was destined...'
fate smiled...
and me thought
He was fiddling
with me...
but the morn
autumn festive born
songy luminous...
She passed by...
singing
'it was fated...
down on you...
belated...'
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