Musings, Poetry

hope

by stickysituation

we met one night
on a sedated thursday evening
two hopeless strangers
the conversation unexpectedly sparking something
more
a mutual connection we suddenly shared
and it was then
in this black and white world
I finally saw a glimpse of colour.

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