like the deserts savor their wait
longing, patient and still
for they cannot summon the rain
cannot summon it at will
i indulge myself
pausing to gaze to my heart’s fill
before every curious window display
as i pace longing’s cobbled street
for what’s the hurry anyway?
there’s time before we meet
2 comments:
aww.. i know who the muse is ;)
do u, now?
there is none, for i only write lies. :)
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