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Waiting

A man is waiting
at the entrance of a metro station  
He holds an umbrella in hand  
Like a knight holding a sword    
Every few minutes
The ground vibrates beneath his feet  
Faint subterranean rumblings
As if the whole station is breathing
Its blood vessels are deeply buried
With every contraction of a strong heart
the black blood is pumped out  
and diffused to the expanse of a giant body
like a dark flower slowly spreading its petals
the man counts the breaths of the Metro station  
he holds his umbrella like it is a sword of glory
a knight ready to fight for his queen
then another tide of faces float out
against thousands of ravaged flowers
a fresh smile blooms for him like a morning daisy  
a svelte flame is dancing closer in his eyes
the man waits for his love to walk into his arms
he holds his umbrella in hand
like a knight clutching a bouquet of red roses
angelaball
Written by angelaball
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Author's Note
waiting for who we truly love may be one of the sweetest things that can happen to us; and the magic of love can transform any mundane place (like a metro station) into a wonderland
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