Waiting
Waiting
Sparkling ripples on the water
blessed by the morning sun.
The little birds that fly
through the freeways of the sky
as I stand here waiting
for my love to come.
I have waited for so long
My tears are now dried
The sun has now sets in the east
Rainbows falling at my feet
waiting for my love to come
Our home is cold
The trees are bare
The wind has gone in rage
Not a shadow, nor single footstep
i am waiting
poem by Meggie Gultiano
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