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The Wait

The Wait

Dreaming of a lover...
And so on, towards the year’s end,

Time devours all,

And lovers seek salvation, in the arms of lovers.

The grandfather clock in the hall ticks,

And she sips tea, through scarlet lips,

An auburn curl, loose across her cheek;

She watches raindrops,

Running down the pane.

And somewhere he,

To the roar of breaking waves,

And the light of a guttering candle,

Writes of love,

Of love,

Of every moment he held her,

Of every moment she was near.

The letter burns,

As she sips tea,

Waiting for moments;

Moments never reappear.

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