Serendipity

from blog Armin Ronacher's Thoughts and Writings, | ↗ original
Life begins. An empty page. A hollow echo on an barren stage. We wander through the quiet air, Unsure of what awaits us there. With work and study, I filled the days, But purpose wanes in fading haze. An emptiness remained inside, A restless longing I tried to hide. But then a hand, warm in the night, Turns the dark to softest light. Two souls...