Richad Kane
3,000 Miles Separate Fate
There you were
Just a blur
In the spur
Of the moment
A spontaneous rush
Of flushed confusion
An overwhelming lasting impression
This brief encounter
Bringing two strangers
A precious and a joyous sensibility
That's all too serene to be fiction
Effervescent euphoria
Permeates its way through the senses
Infiltrating effortlessly
Why did you have to go
And get on that plane
Now you're never coming home
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