hesitance
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It was a mild evening
A boy sat in silence
The rushing fountain embraced his thoughts,
fastened his mind to the stone below
The mist touched his face,
its caress as soft a a lover
I can see, but I am blind.
I can hear, though I am deaf.
I can speak, yet I am mute.
I find myself wandering, like a spirit,
Walking the same path over.
I cannot tell if a dream has taken me
