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Still, I wait

The moon meanders,
consuming the seconds,
minutes, hours
until it fades in the dawn.

Still, I wait.

         The clouds dance their misty
         ballet in the sky playing
         hide and seek with the stars.

         Still, I wait

                   The morning mist dances
                   on a stage of pastel hues,
                   swirling and repainting a landscape
                   that passes before my unseeing eyes.

                   Still, I wait

                             I wait for my heart to fill
                             with the winds of passion
                             and take me to undiscovered
                             places…

I wait for the forgiveness
         found in love.

I wait
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