No pattern exist for it,
No plan is made for it,
No time is perfect for it.
Been waiting for centuries,
But not even the tornados provoke you,
Maybe you are still on your way.
I'm eagerly waiting for you,
Fertilizing myself for your waves,
Must I be in the arms of death for you to come?
I refuse to believe that you won't come ,
I refuse not to feel your waves,
Your silent waves.
Please come soon,
I beg of you,
my silent calm waves.
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PoetryLife is no fun without obstacles , As obstacles are the spice of life The obstacles we pass through make and mould us to be better people only if we allow that to happen. Through these poems I will tell you a short version about my life😊
