Like wintry trees waiting for their leaves to return. I stand strong, watching the tinders burn. Waiting in expectation with every folk-dance In waiting, do we diminish, or do we enhance? Tides wait for the moon once more do I labour on the wrong shore? There's a weight in waiting to wait God please, I'm done with waiting.
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I will do, thank you so much for your kind response. I really enjoy your poetry also, you always set a beautiful scene in my mind.
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I like this poem of yours very much. I can feel the heaviness of it. Take care 🌷
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