Chance!

Your presence was the blink of an eye but after that my eye opened onto the green slope of the high mountain beneath my feet. With the sound of the honeybees' wings that were filling every cell of my hive with the nectar of all the white and purple flowers. Your presence was the blink of an eye but after that on the summit of the high mountain my sunflower turned toward you you twined around my body: in the sweet veil of mist hidden from the eyes of all time...