An Accident

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She was an accident

Which he met with, coincidentally

The day both were feeling unloved

While sun sets its crease,

Near the horizon it flutters in cold breeze.

She was dark, he was light,

She was bruised, he was in plight,

Both were victims of each other

For love was the puppeteer,

Overruled them against the odds

Fate and freedom were never so kind

To bind the bond together.

 

© Written Frames, 2017

Coincidence

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