The first note i wrote
Was a poem on ‘the waiting’
Not knowing how that waiting is
Very much into me lingering!
There are two ways to see it
The good side n bad side
The fruit of that waiting
Is as sweet as a pie
But the pain clinging to it
Will never go alone
More close to the fruit
It absorbs to the inside bone
Yet, there is a joy to wait
For the one we truly love
From days, weeks and months
With the desire flying like dove!
Was a poem on ‘the waiting’
Not knowing how that waiting is
Very much into me lingering!
There are two ways to see it
The good side n bad side
The fruit of that waiting
Is as sweet as a pie
But the pain clinging to it
Will never go alone
More close to the fruit
It absorbs to the inside bone
Yet, there is a joy to wait
For the one we truly love
From days, weeks and months
With the desire flying like dove!
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