Wednesday, November 8, 2017

The Wait

I am waiting for silence
to break into my song
to let me know
It’s no fault to let go
I am waiting for a desert
To creep into my greens
 To teach me clear

It’s no fault to arid grow.
I am waiting for sleep
into my bed to creep
to let me know
it's no fault to go slow.

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