waiting fro someone

I sat aside, alone , on the silent bench.
Cool breezes of wintery evening pass on.
Peaceful atmosphere catches its charm.
A moderate shiny rays of setting sun struck behind with the gentle hotness.
Above on palav tree a birdie chirps sweetly.
In the temple with hard stones and huge empirical building; a slow and calm rhyms thrash on my ears.
I, with my weights heavy, wait for someone.
Noone will come, i sure, but wait till time passes at last.
I sat aside, alone and sparing one place for that waiting.
Silent bench will perhaps talk a sudden laughter when waiting breaks.
Cool brezees evaporates with waiting's warm shadow.
Peaces at its charm will break with waiting's hello!.
A gentle hot shiny rays of setting sun will get wet with touch of my waiting.
A birdie's chirps suddenly will no longer sweet with my waiting's laughter.
My ears will get all busy with my waiting's words.
But i sat aside, alone on the silent bench and waiting for someone.