A fog rolled in
Across the river
Bringing confusion
And winter’s shiver
The boy walked up
As she went down
There was no “what’s up”
Or “give me a pound”
Perhaps the Fates will decide
Well before the nightly tide
To cross their paths once again
And allow young hearts to freely reign
If only briefly, through an embrace
There is no hurry, there is no race
the full moon rises
bringing some surprises
To tickle the senses
Through kaleidoscope lenses
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