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Waiting

The minutes tick by
The falling leaf
drops ever so slowly
The tired coo of doves
echo and re-echo
Waiting is such a tired game
I count my breath
I watch the clouds
I shuffle and shift
lay down and close my eyes
sigh
Tired game, waiting is
You are not here yet...
where are you
I don't know
where are you...
so far away and yet so near
or are you in her arms
tonight?
Written by Grace (IDryad)
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