Waiting

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Waiting

Cars honk below…
City lights twinkle…
As she waits for it
For the story,
For her heart to lead her

Suddenly, it comes

Alive,


Bursting,



Twirling
Pen to the paper,
She writes

But now she blossoms
Into her story
She experiences the pain
The heartache
The words and she
Are one





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