The Wait This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.

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I waited by the silent hills,
In vain the hours passed;
As moon and sun hid and sought –
Memories turned to dust.

Where you are, and when you shall
Come back, I do not know;
When to wake and when to sleep –
Unknown, where shall I go?

As gold faltered to ashes, still
I wait to see, believe:
Oh, little bird, you have flown away,
Far, far away from me.

This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.






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