#WritcoPoemPrompt116
All was just merely coincidence,
Mismatching the present for the past,
Believed it was related to past-life experience,
Hope that the next day wouldn't be the last…

I shall never forget that exact moment she and I met. It seems like a coincidence, whenever, our ambitions move into yesterday past, love refers to remain as sand, in the ancient hourglass. Let me explain, dreams have levels...