Fringe
The winds beckon me
Whooshing agains my heart
My strings are stretched
Weary from all this wait
The prize is near
It is time
The tears and wears are no more
A thing of the past they are
A flicker of hope
A light at the end of the tunnel
It is like my second chance
My reincarnation in the same life
Only this time,
He is so close and yet so far
My love for him is so full yet empty
Alive yet long dead
Unless he comes back to me.
This time, till death doth part us.....
Copyright © Ann Okotha | Year Posted 2009
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