hong kong max

karma is the wheel
which turned my head
to face her

karma is a chance encounter
the path we might have followed
and the one we walked in the end

karma is the thought
that yesterday’s importance
was tomorrow’s destiny

karma is belief
that everything between
has meaning deep within

karma is the wheel,
which turned her head
to greet me

and karma was
the sinking feeling
that we wouldn’t meet again

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