When the angel falls and the devil rises…
In the dark of his heart and dead end of her mind, they met.
A couple of brews served, next to a small canal with the water close, so close
Stories exchanged, interweaved with whispering comments and head shakes sarcastically implied concurrence.
The night unfolded and was followed by rushing steps towards a nearby cinema
If everything started with consensus, no matter how it ends, there shall be no blame on any single sided party
As simple as
A clap unquestionably needs two joint hands….