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Chance

 
It was inevitable as  all chance      
 random chance of  circumstance      
were we to know the train was late      
a plane missed,soaring without us?      
There was time to kill, to wait      
so we sat, drank tea and talked,      
strangers in an airport lounge      
travelling alone,chasing the sun.      
Chance again, hotel the same.      
An angel, guide and guardian,      
on board we sat together.      
The flight was long,we slept,      
heads close,chance no more,    
dreams now,'Chance be kind'      
leave us, but for awhile,      
we have less need now . .        
but do not go,stay close.  
Written by Kexby (john rickell)
Published | Edited 16th May 2018
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