the magic of an instant conjuncture
and as I was walking so, — dreaming with my mind fully absent, — hop-hop out of blue, an old friend plunged straight in front of my very eyes... taking me in its arms, kissing me on both cheeks and with glimpses of happiness in its eyes, telling me: — «oh my god... — how I missed you‧‧‧», and sincerity seemed so-so charming thru the magic of an instant conjuncture; (seemed... only), ingenious gift, faultlessly lingering in a lovely view for a dream
