My Mysterious Stranger

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    My Mysterious Stranger

    It seems as if I've shook a hand that has left HIS fingerprints tattooed in me...
    An unforgettable touch so gentle yet overpowering...
    How is HE able to see through these eyes without even looking straight at them?
    Why does HIS voice linger an echo in my head that replays over and over?
    How can an unexpected acquaintance bring such an impact?

    They say there are reasons why you meet certain individuals.
    We may not always understand their meaning at first,
    but with a little time and patience,
    Their meaning becomes more apparent to us through
    our change of actions and thoughts...

    Standing close to him makes everything fall into place.
    HIS light guides my way to a new open door.
    I am finally ready to spread my wings...
    The lost soul in me starts to find her way home.

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    In science one tries to tell people, in such a way as to be understood by everyone, something that no one ever knew before. But in poetry, it's the exact opposite.

    Franz Kafka (1883-1924) Czech writer.

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