Late Bloomer 2 Poem by Denn Meneses
Late Bloomer 2
I wasn’t looking
when I found you
looking at me
looking at you.
It could have been
a twist of fate
a stroke of luck
a leap of faith.
Or was it
serendipity
coincidence
or meant to be?
A cruel joke
it doesn’t matter
I took the plunge
no need to ponder.
I’ll seize the moment
I’ll walk a mile
I’ll hold my breath
and lurk
in the shadows
of your mind
for a while.
Sometimes how fate can be so cruel or generous...........nice poem. keep on writing. Cate
I like the way this poem is put Denn, The idea of coincedince, or perhaps something stronger like fate hangs in the balance of whom we meet.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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I understood this one. A very simple poem. Well designed and patterned. GW62