Waiting

As the chimes chime in the wind,
she sits alone on the swing.

The sky as blue as the ocean,
peacefully rests up above.

It is one of those days that the sun is so bright that it makes you want to smile.

But she who sits on the swing has no smile for she is waiting, waiting, waiting

For him





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