I have been waiting here like always
I know you will be asleep, dreaming away
Many memories of Us, Our ways in plays
In which we have drawn up our characters as gay
As new Lovers. We know they say
What we will become come the day
The merciful Sun will show its ray
On Our path so we do not stray
And miss the line when we grace life’s stage
We will see each other; five moons soon shall pass soon
Under the politics of the wind I shall fly to you
And we shall sit and wait here like always.
If and when we would decide to read poetry or a piece of discerning article a day, our world is, then headed for a change. No magic potion whatsoever: if there were, politicians would have used it a long time ago. Our mind is all that we have; the only exception to tricks of all corners and angles. Enjoy the luxury and peace of poetry...
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