How had the sun been gently
Yet brightly slant-glowing him
As if late morning but
When late afternoon?
How was that area then open
With time sharing rare view?
Now when she parked near it
People lounged in cars by her
Which seemed odd as she waited
For why were they there like her?
The place was always busy now and
If went closer pedestrians observed
As if they expected something
To happen from her presence
Everything had quick-shifted into
People always using the pathway
The doors seemed to have closed
Firmly barring his return entrance
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