Different lives meeting, and leaving.

A million, and some thousands of
People you will meet, pass by, walk
The same sidewalk - minutes or
Seconds a part; you might never get
To know them, they may never get to
Know how you have been until fateful
Day of you crossing paths. We all
Have a story; good or bad - coincidence
Never was at play; my meeting you was
For a Reason. Even if it was just a
Glimpse.

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