Waiting...
For a coin to toss,
For a car in the rain,
For joy after loss,
For an end to the pain.
For hope to flourish,
For your mind to be sane,
For your body to be nourished,
For your heart to love again.
While softly sighing,
Reminiscing, crying,
Loving and finally, dying,
We all end up, waiting...
Tuesday, October 26, 2010
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