The Waiting
Hey smiler a tear comes from your soul’s gate
In cherish of ephemeral memories captions of time
Leafs like snowdrops on a windless day
Laid to rest internal peace
Whilst noise resounds on beaten pump
Days to weeks
Weeks to years
Years to decades
Till a century brings forgotten
A faint aroma of yesteryears
A faint aroma of yesteryears
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