In the wait
Of a new start,
Dawn falls
Yet another day.
The withering leaves
Sing tales of connaissance
Since we first met
On destiny's way.
They look my way;
I look theirs,
Each wondering
About this bizarre play.
Biding our time,
Hoping all night,
The answer is hidden
In the wait.
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PoetryPO1 || ❝To feel is only but to know what lies within, flowing through the depths of your heart and soul.❞ First poetry book in the From My Heart To Yours set. Original poems written on things that we all go through or live through at some point in t...
