Although the following is fictional it represents the constant ‘coincidences’ or synchronicity in my life.



As I sat on a bench wondering if I could dare,

to face the day, from my eye corner I did stare,

as a scrap of paper beside me lay.

Faint lines just visible, by hand written in blue,

beneath a single fold, hinting at a possible clue,

a secret story waiting to be told.

But two words were on that scrap of paper torn,

I see them still, that day all my doubt was shorn,

as I read the words “I will”.

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