LOL...was watching e turn right, turn left show once again since it's on chn U...and i heard e poem tt i really like again..it's in Polish and i like e chi version in e show but i cannot find it online so i had to look for e eng one..but!! all e versions got grammatical error/not very poetic so i edited them and here's my version..LOL!!
 
They were both convinced
that a sudden passion had reunited them.
Such certainty is beautiful,
but uncertainty is more beautiful still.
 
Since they'd never met before, they were sure
that there had been nothing between them.
But the words exchanged on the streets, staircases, hallways...
perhaps they have passed each other a million times.
 

I would want to ask them
if they remember...
a moment face to face
in some revolving door,
perhaps a "sorry" muttered in a crowd,
a curt "wrong number" caught over the receiver,
but I know the answer.
They don't remember.
They'd be amazed to hear
that Chance has been toying with them
now for years.

 
Not quite ready yet
to become their Destiny,
it pushed them close, drove them apart,
it barred their path,
stifling a laugh,
leaping aside with glee.
 
There were signs and signals,
even if they couldn't read them yet.
Perhaps three years ago
or just last Tuesday
a certain leaf fluttered
from one shoulder to another.
Something was dropped and then picked up.
Who knows, maybe the ball that vanished
into childhood's thicket?
 
There were doorknobs and doorbells
where one touch had covered another before.
Suitcases checked and standing side by side.
One night, perhaps, the same dream,
grown hazy by morning.
 
Every beginning
is only a sequel, after all,
and the book of events
is always opened to be continued.
 
 
 
~ Wislawa Szymborska ~

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