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The phone rings, because of some

unknown force; not because wires

and cables perpetrate

their clever maneuvers into your mind.

They are the sounds of forests,

and rivers calling from afar.

But you are not home!

Is it destiny then, the one turning

to tell you’ve missed the most

important words in your life?

Is it luck that looked at you right

into those melted eyes, groping in sadness?

What a happy encounter it

might had been! A job, a love, a figure.

How different you may have been

if only you had been there.

But you were not home!