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Friday, July 29, 2011

Waiting for him

With a look of hope

On the face
Eyes gleaming
Longing to see her desire

She sat in the window
Looking at the street
Waiting for him to arrive
Arms of the clock

Kept moving
Her desire

Remained starving
Color of the face

Kept changing
Pink became yellow

In no time

Eyes moved

From street to the clock

Now and then
Afternoon went

And evening arrived
No sign of

Her love to be seen
Eyes became wet
Tears started flowing
One more day

Had left her crying
Waiting for him
Had become

Her only pastime


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