"Wait"
It's like standing,
bare feet,
on a glacier’s,
peak.
Alike,
peregrinating
a desert,
sans water.
That is how,
It feels,
When I wait,
for thee.
Oh, Spring!
come quick,
let me live;
You're my bliss.
Or, I'll wither,
like an autumn leaf,
dead and displeased,
with no life to live.
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