I THANK DESTINY
Do I remember meeting a fortuneteller or a prophet?
The drift of my thoughts down the river floats with its bell.
What is going back?
What's rushing ahead?
The stars first met me when I was neither born nor I was dead.
I didn't find you before my birth or after my death.
Neither a prophet nor a fortuneteller had ever foreseen that an albatross would fly you to me from your distant land.
A thousand of stars roaming in the sky all got together to foretell.
A hundred of nightingales are now together to let us hear their soprano's band.
Did we know that one jeweler had already made our wedding rings before we met?
I thank destiny for the albatross which brought you to my life's deck.
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