Could not be a sheer concurrence?
No, must be some pre-existence,
No wonders to speak up as,
The two souls depart a brief stay,
In the serenity of the clouds and hills,
They descend a thousand feet to meet,
Just to mingle with the divergence,
Of the two bodies and the most,
Allusive convergence of the minds.
Look, so many years have passed,
Waiting as if...
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