Waitt

By , Denver, CO
With legs cross, pen in hand, I wait
For whateer will come.
For something to happen.
I wait for war to end,
For the world to be green.
I wait for the aspen trees to shed their leaves,
For a hand print to be placed on my heart.
I wait for love to be mutual,
For frienships to soar.
I wait for water to lick my toes,
for winter to turn to spring.
I wait for the sun to set,
For tomorrow to come.
I wait for the future
without looking at the past.





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