How We Met-F
Why did she come so quietly? I plus her, in the Holy House.
Next row, just so close to me. I, neither looking nor longing;
My eyes were not in the mood; Yet she looked so pretty, so pure.
My soul locked into the precious moment. The moment refused to let go of me but
turned my innocent eyes into fixtures of hope. The site of her picturized 'hope turning to hello'.
Providence plus time slowly pronounced two to be one. 576 months of time unfolded with two still becoming one.
090220PSCtest, A Lipogram, Emile Pinet
No letter "A"
Copyright © Curtis Johnson | Year Posted 2020
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