Waiting
I have counted months and years
Separated from thee.
The time has changed,
My seed turns into a tree.
The seasons change, and
Autumn winds begin to blow.
Leaves change color, and
They start falling, fast and slow.
My happiness lies in watching
These days passing by,
The sun, the moon, and the truth,
All seem to drift and dry.
But still awake by the door,
Waiting the whole day,
To hope if by chance you come my way.
Meanwhile, promises fly,
Whirling, twirling all around,
Till at last, they fall on the ground.
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