An Ode to Waiting

You are as quiet as the night stand,

As bright as the street lights,

As loud as a dry cough,

As reserved as the night breeze.

As dark as the night sky,

But you never go to sleep.

So brilliantly you count,

But never once on time.

So lightly you grant hope,

But you plundered like a thief.

So rough your bristles,

Scratches as you kiss.

So kind to dream,

Ruthless is the wind,

Blows from no where,

Heads to no where.

As I wait skilfully,

For life to begin.

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From Malaysia. A business owner. A painter and a closet poet. Hates roaches.

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Beata Beatrix

Beata Beatrix

From Malaysia. A business owner. A painter and a closet poet. Hates roaches.

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