6700 times of lightnings (the poem)

photo by celement wong



it could be the end of the world - that was
my second thought, and you, my third.

the first thought that came into mind,
was how there would be glass.

some relationships are merely destined,
they survive impossible strikes and linger on

in the form of a beautiful outcome.
and so i thought, be my lightning, my darling

the once in a lifetime chance
in 6700 times, if the world would end in such sublime.