World famous poems

Love at first sight (Polish poetess Sin Posca) They all believed that it was passion that brought them together in an instant. This certainty is beautiful, but it is not sure that it is better. Since they have never met, they are sure that they have nothing to do with each other, but listen to the words coming from the streets, stairs and corridors-they may have passed each other a million times. I want to ask them: don't you remember the moment when the revolving door faced each other? Or mumbling "sorry" in the crowd? Or the abrupt "wrong number" intercepted on the receiver? However, I know their answers. Yes, they can't remember. They will be surprised to know that fate has played with them for many years. Before they were fully ready to become their destiny, fate pushed them closer, drove them away, held back their laughter, blocked their way, and then stepped aside. There are some signs and signals, even if they don't understand them: maybe three years ago, or just last Tuesday, a leaf fluttered between their shoulders; Something fell and picked up, who knows, maybe it was the ball that disappeared in the childhood bushes; There are doorknobs and doorbells that have been covered by layers of touch in advance; Luggage cases placed side by side after inspection; One night, maybe the same dream becomes blurred in the morning. After all, every beginning is just a sequel, and a book full of plots always starts from half.