And so I waited,
for the moments, you see,
for the moments that were to exalt me.
The moments when I would realize
the absurdity of it all,
the incongruousness of my behaviors.
The moments that would awaken
the burden of understanding,
the selflessness within.
The moments that would provoke,
the desirous turbulence,
the rush of blood.
And I wait still,
Hoping...
very nice flow of words and thoughts. Please read my poems and advise
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I would like to translate this poem
i ave always felt waiting is a torture.......bt the hopefulness in ur poems makes it beautiful.......nice poem