I wait for him each day, I do.

I wait for his arrival.

I search the narrow streets at night.

I find no glimpse of his shadow in sight.

Yet, I wait for his arrival.

I wait for him each day, I do.

Currently feeling: nostalgic
Posted by mysticmalison on January 21, 2016 at 01:49 PM | Add a Comment
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