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Wait

June 10, 2018
By Anonymous

Sitting softly, sadly sigh,

Watch as birds of crystal fly,

The sky, a mirror, cracking slow,

And sharpened blades of grass below.

 


The sun is dripping slowly down,

The golden rays, the moon they drown,

Stars will whisper stories torn,

From writhing shadows secrets born.

 


Looking to the ocean’s foam,

Where china figures wail and roam,

Upon the waves of sapphire shards,

Hands of sand, the sea they guard.

 


Forests filled with dust and wine,

Deserts filled with boughs and vines,

A world so beautiful with hate,

In which one will always wait.



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