While due a meander's course
A gold pebble lit her ocean blue
eyes to the price, she leapt off
a rine's tow drifted her off track
Hop freights, hook, line and boats
She'll get by, until Lady's luck
Heart drenched, adrift she laid
hissing at mind, 'hope is a bitch
Dejavu in thought she stared,
the day her eyes last lit in flair
She'd met love at sights first
Or perhaps fates first flirt
©lewteb
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