The whole world is my land and I stand on air too thin ....
ah.. I wait in anticipation...
for one to share the land with me...
But alias the shambles are way too deep...
piercing the flesh red...
its wrapped hand asking for forgiveness...
as one cannot share the land - a - quietus
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Anticipation
PoetryThese poems are my thoughts of expectations from others; be it your family or the love of your life..... These are my feelings.. people may not relate to it....but those who relate and appreciate please follow my work and be a part of my thought pro...
