Waiting For the End
Grass grows beneath me,
Sky broad before me.
Your roots grow beside me.
I wait here - waiting.
Colors have seemed dull within my life,
trees grow dead and I - I can not
remember the colors of Autumn falling.
I sit here waiting - for the universe to open before me.
I feel its calling - I sit here waiting for the world to end.
I welcome the sight of the milky way.
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