Monday, October 1, 2012

She Waits for Words

She waits for words
to be heard
make it a whisper
or said in hushed tones
leaving her breathless
stealing the hours of morn..

The sun comes riding
upon a bleak day
lighting a torch that beget a sunny day
that lit up the smiles of all.

The flowers that bloomed today
was not of yesterday
Could it be said someday
It bloomed a little late
and now it stood
a one of today.

The sea rushed by
the hours awakened by
its gentle flow of tide
that brushed her fears aside
as the waters subside
leaving her bereft
of the gentle tide.


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