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Encounters Like The Hazy Dreams One Can Never Hold On To
Under the heat of the summer sun
he stood in shock;
gazing around, searching for the voice that called to him;
desperately looking for the angel he thought he saw waiting by the
glistening waters of the old fountain.
In the haze of the day, his heart pounded, rushing blood
and confusion into his mind, chasing the sweat from his face;
why was this happening to him,
what did she want with him; who was she?
Always close, but one step out of reach, even when it seemed
to be within his grasp, her mysterious embrace eluded him.
