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                Sonnet 14/12/73        Chance Encounter        V

                My soul as distant as the clouds above,
                I watch the crowds, and then, without a stir,
                The halls are empty. Could it be, is it her
                Presence that brings back memories of her love,
                That sweet, if only temporary love?
                Is it, then, so much akin to flowers,
                To bloom each spring, only in fall to slumber?
                Was it her fate to cause my soul to move?
                Is there no escape from it? Can I live
                Alone, with not a friend to keep me warm;
                Without her love, from which my soul derives?
                Is my soul then but calm before the storm?
                Will I never be free of her in thought?
                Where is that peace of soul that I have sought?