Blueprints and Strangers

You walked into my blueprint she mused
Invited, yet unannounced
Now days are measured by
Sweet interludes
Of rambling thoughts in gentle hues
where the equinox did not go unnoticed; and the haiku was not left unsaid
As she shared reckless pixels of an intensity repossessed
And serendipity once forgotten now gently filled her head

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